Benjibopper

Hmm. The beauty of all things eventually fades. Wouldn't only be a sin to kill for beauty. Seems to me it would be damned pointless.
 

Oh, and congratulations, dad again.
 

Ah but we do it all the time. Consider, for example, Christmas trees.

Many thanks on the dad front. It's crazy here now. Beautiful.
 

On that note, we kill flowers as soon as we pick them.

Your poem is lovely, yet uncomfortably evocative. Could be those bloodied hands.

Btw, I may have out foamed myself, but I am following your
Drive by saviour site on fb. I popped on over from there.
 

We? I put up the same plastic tree with the same lights every year.
 

We buy a murdered spice pine every year, x.dell.

 

X: Yes, we. The manufacturing of that plastic is also a killer. Every delicious meal is a funeral too. Every beautiful breath kills bacteria. It's the nature of our existence.

Foam and X: But is it really a sin? This phrase popped into my head and I liked it for a poem. But it's incomplete because I don't really agree with the accusation - at least not fully. It needs a response section: It's no sin to kill for beauty. Both sides need airing.
 

Oh, and thanks, Foam, for following along on the fb. Bit less personal a forum, but it does the trick.
 

A much better refrain from Bob Dylan:

If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime
All things are beautiful in their time
 

I'm not saying we don't kill. I'm not sure that it's for beaty's sake alone. But it would seem there are different understandings of what beauty is. For example, I don't get an aesthetic shudder over plastic:-)
 

I'm not saying we don't kill. I'm not sure that it's for beaty's sake alone. But it would seem there are different understandings of what beauty is. For example, I don't get an aesthetic shudder over plastic:-)