A Beautiful Thing

A Beautiful Thing

A Poem by Michael Handel

People say, sometimes, somewhere something
makes them the men they are today. I, generally,
jest that I don’t believe them or believe men are
moved by emotions measured relative to mountain
ranges or earthquakes quaking. Sometimes I don’t
believe in believing and negate any notion to the
contrary.
However, I’ve had to reconsider all preconceptions
of conceptions as of late. Worth the wait? For sure
(like an insurrection formed by the most destitute
of men) except my mutiny/this pen rises boldly
slashing through despair like sword swash-buckling
buckles the knees ’neath captain’s calves on white
flagged ship once headed no-where (now steers clear
using her heart for my North Star).
I once thought that love was simply mutated lust,
a corrupted version…
its origin: an ornament on the brain, dingles like
dinner bells dangle as female orifices swell and
swallow lives whole, excreting only bones.
Love: from bone-like response in trousers of males,
and “in love” a creation created like pearls.
I was told that it was the highest ideal, the fruition of
existence, beyond existentially existing...
that we came from it, and go back to it like clay from a kiln;
shattered, pieced together, and put right back in.
They say it completes us. Of course, I had to discredit
since from where I sit most of man(the species)
doesn’t even deserve it. I’d say “….but hey, who am I”
in any reply regarding the nature of what I thought it was that
men wanted from women, or women from men,
but that was then, oh that was then.

And she walked into my life. She just walked right in,
fitting perfectly into each other/we are jigsaw lovers. Just
repeating her name my in mind dissolves disenchantment…
I am her gravity, she is my world; the mass of our
love determines the course

We’re from the kiln in the clouds that created souls,
forged from stardust we fell in our world. My pieces
fell in place, the puzzle is solved. The answer spells
simply: A Beautiful Thing

© 2008 Michael Handel


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man, reading your stuff makes my brain explode. i aspire to write like you -- hah -- that makes you my rolemodel. scary thought, jawn. scary thought. i'll start growing the jew fro right now!

the whole thing was awesome, per usual. but man oh man oh man the first part? what the hell possessed you and where can i get one? that was IN-fracking-SANE. my mind just tripped over itself like 'no no no, that can't exist -- no one can write like that anymore'

you're incomprehensible.

Posted 11 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Another marvelous writing from you! Beautiful! One has to experience love to know it exists. I, however, still live in the dark and enjoy my life this way. The contrast between your past thoughts and the present caused by this wonderful girl is great and emphasizes your intended meaning (as I interpreted it) even more. Great job with this!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can't stop reading this. There is something more to add to this review but... I can't stop reading this at the moment.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it is a beautiful thing the way you've described it



Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

man, reading your stuff makes my brain explode. i aspire to write like you -- hah -- that makes you my rolemodel. scary thought, jawn. scary thought. i'll start growing the jew fro right now!

the whole thing was awesome, per usual. but man oh man oh man the first part? what the hell possessed you and where can i get one? that was IN-fracking-SANE. my mind just tripped over itself like 'no no no, that can't exist -- no one can write like that anymore'

you're incomprehensible.

Posted 11 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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