Beauty Unframed author Lisa Elmers writes about life, loveliness, and seeing something where you thought there was nothing.

The world takes us with its silence

The world takes us with its silence

The still pears in a bowl reproach us

for not having seen them before — 

soft, glowing pears, Hesperidean muscles, 

the yellow fruit, hand-heavy — 


We have broken the elementary rule

We have looked but not seen


Beautiful reproach, the pairs give

timely, motherly, whispered reproach —


Have you not tasted our goodness?

The grainy sweet, juice-quilted?

Have you not, on a summer morning

wondered at the dimpled skin, the hollow

like the elbow of a child, 

and freckled like a child?


The silent world allows us this daily grace:

reproach without condemnation


Like Beatrice, in her golden gown

beauty welcomes us — a still hand, tilted. 

nocturne b

nocturne b

wool morning

wool morning