Reluctant Beauty

Reluctant Beauty

She is blind

So let me be her eyes

Golden brown

Staring at her own reflection

Beauty beyond comprehension

She is deaf

So let me be her ears

Listening close

As I whisper to her

My love

She is mute

So let me be her lips

Sweet

Soft

Full of laughter

She is perfection

Shy and unknowing

I am her praise

Her convincing

She is my want

So I let her be my fulfillment

My need

My world

Robert Lloyd

27 January 2018

Birds and Paper Airplanes

Birds and Paper Airplanes 

In a world of sky

We are born birds

And paper airplanes

He drifted upon the breeze

Floating aimlessly

Occasionally fluttering

Changing his coarse as he soared amongst the clouds

Ignoring the ground

Chasing the unknown

In a world of sky

We are born birds

And paper airplanes

Her wings had been crumpled and bent

Too many times to count

And still she wished to fly

So she did

Smoothing her heart

Waiting for just the right breeze

In a world of sky

We are born birds

And paper airplanes

They both grazed the heavens

The tips of their wings

Burnt by the sun

Longing for something

Hers was to reveal her beginning

And his was to find his hope

In a world of sky

We are born birds

And paper airplanes

They now glide

Together

Across the bright blue backdrop

Peppered by bright white clouds

Hoping to discover tomorrow

And the adventures it will bring

In a world of sky

We are born birds

And paper airplanes

Robert Lloyd

30 December 2017

Beautiful Damage

Beautiful Damage

Life’s best creation cannot be rivaled

That perfection

Alluring and dangerous

All in the same instant

That perfection

Is damaged people

You

Me

Even the ones placed on a pedestal before us

Expertly hiding their flaws

All of our beauty

Comes from our mistakes

We are survivors

Painting outside the lines

Or splattering the world like Jackson Pollock

Ignoring the expected paint by numbers

We tell ourselves we should follow

We endure

And in doing so we crack our porcelain lives

Some of our cracks our bigger

But those cracks are what define us

What shows us our strength

These cracks we cause

The struggles we suffer

This shows us we are alive

And not stuck in a mindless acceptance of fate

So rather than get bitter

We get better

Rather than fade

We fight

Our scars make us perfect

If there were no obstacles for us to overcome

No trials and tribulations

No burdens for us to individually carry

Life would be boring

And quite possibly pointless

So take a moment to grimace due to pain

Take a moment to feel picked on

Take a moment to wonder “Why me?” aloud

And then spend tomorrow, the day after and the day after that

Showing the world what beautiful and perfectly damaged people we are.

16 July 2017

Robert Lloyd

Charlie

"Charlie"

Dedicated aged copper

A willing companion

Ready to streak atop the green of mother earth

With a bright blue or night sky backdrop

In pursuit of my laughter

And a good throw

Still

On another day

He is easily content

With just being within arm’s reach

So my hands

Can wander across his cotton candy golden soft fur

Lost in thought

About yesterday and tomorrow

He does not judge my missteps

And forgives my selfish moments

He just wants for me

Someone

Anyone to be there

He will likely be happier than any one person may ever be

Because of that very simplicity

Yet he is willing to do his best

To see me smile

Or just sit

Silent

By my side

He is the good of this world

Dedicated aged copper

A willing companion

Ready to streak atop the green of mother earth

With a bright blue or night sky backdrop

In pursuit of my laughter

And a good throw

Robert Lloyd

2 March 2017