Fleeting Beauty
Linyanti Travel Journal
Butterflies are of the few insects that people stop and admire for their beauty and range of colours, but as with humanity the beauty is quickly forgotten when washed in a storm or tainted by the harsh realities of nature.Life does not portray your beauty forever
nor death the abstract patterns,
patterns splayed in mud,
not in cruelty, but in colours
and shadows,
mere moments washed in a storm
into the season
The Reptile
Scaled creeping creature
Holds the beauty in contempt
Colours from its mouth
Catch the sun
In a last show
Moments
A moment
unnoticed
in the happening
passing back to dust
unnoticed
but by a mere echo
in the shadow
of the passing
Isolated
on a drying pan
a word
a sentence
updating an ancient script
The admired beauty at restby Leigh Kemp
