All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
couldn’t put beauty on the map.
Beauty is truth and truth is beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
All men seek beauty—
it is said the two words most said by men
before making love is:
before making love is:
“You’re beautiful,”
and yet no one knows what it is.
The destroyer of strong men and their horses,
the fields of flowers go on
but the men and their horses are gone,
until the next trip.
© Julianne Carlile
This poem took second place in the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge for May, 2014.
This poem took second place in the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge for May, 2014.
This poem won Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge for the month of May.
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