There was in her face, <br />in the contours of her <br />beauty lines <br />a past smoothing out <br />which I could see <br />would match <br />her older photographs. <br /> <br />The older her <br />only hinted at <br />that prior <br />state. <br /> <br />But I took my time <br />to look at her <br />now past 55 <br />to see <br />in that older landscape <br />what my eye <br />sought <br />in her face at twenty and five.. <br /> <br />Could not the face <br />before me <br />be seen <br />on its own terms? <br /> <br />Where is that beauty <br />line between <br />beauty and non-beauty? <br /> <br />Is it the tightness of the skin <br />the twinkle in the eye, <br />healthy look or <br />non-healthy look? <br /> <br />What's true is that <br />my own Western <br />eye <br />can only see age; <br />not nobility; <br /> <br />only TV screen beauty- <br />not maturity. <br /> <br />But you know <br />there are a myriad of exceptions; <br /> <br />children don't see age <br />the same way we do <br /> <br />nor does most of the world. <br />What is going on here?<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-see-beauty-don-t/
