Beauty and the Beast

The humble egg. Now a major social media phenomenon. Garnering over 35 million likes and counting, its popularity has been dissected and questioned and debated on various news channels and late night talk shows. 

It is a frightening testament to a world that is besotted with what we can ‘see’, the outward appearance, if you will. The social media is full of such challenges almost every day, with people dancing weirdly next to moving cars or positioning themselves with their array of goods all neatly ‘spilled’ out on the streets. 

For one, it seems people have way too much time on their hands and the other, more sobering thought, a scant disregard for the actual things that matter. The world is erupting in chaos around us, with wars and natural disasters of epic proportions and yet, we seem to have our heads sunk firmly in the sand; in this case, the internet, that seems to have replaced real, tangible relationships.

In our day and age, we talked and read and went for long drives, munched oranges under the winter sun and sang ourselves silly on jeep rides  with the wind whipping around while the juniper trees, looked down, tall and resplendent, and perhaps a tad indulgently at our antics.

So to get back on track, thought I would share a poem I had written a few years back. 

“Vanity of vanities…. All is vanity..” ~ Ecclesiastes 1:2

And to that I say, egg-sactly so!

#egg #10yearchallenge 

P.S. There is actually a realtime hashtag trending map online  - but that’s for another day! 😊

# Beauty and the Beast

Attractive? No

Mundane at best

Desirable? Most definitely not

The odds of that

Laughable at most.

What and who

Decides then

What is best?

The beauty that lies

Without?

Too oft, too much

The burden lies

On rosy lips

And buxom thighs.

No scant regard

For hearts within

Or sentiments,

And souls that sing.

Alas, our worlds now be

Always and only

Besotted, beguiled

Smitten be,

With appearances, forms

And skin, flashes white

That, and bosoms tight.

No place therein

For halves as I

No spaces then

For those

That fit not right

No measure, still

No place! No place!

Shrill voices cry.

Discarded, forgotten

Laid waste beside

For there is the one

And only one

The meter, the cadence

That gauges us all

The one that says

This, then is one

The fairest of all..

                                                        ~Judith Vaddi