A set of poems by Morgan A. Mucha
“The Beauty I Endure”
I tend to wear corduroy made of jewels and jingles
The banjo type beauty only some choose to endure
Dearest is pleasant like riverwalk ivy
Raining black and blue
Appearing beat under the downtown lamps
Indecisiveness travels to the man on the moon
Grown pale and grizzly with transition
His dispirited eyes scouring the sparkling twilight
Hoping the cadet sweeps it all away
The crooked skyline of kisses
Valentine’s perception is only present
Only makes everything feel cold
The person I am
I will be
Must learn to swim
For this routine drowns me out
Like a soul producing a movie
Begging himself to choose
And regretfully not knowing what to do

I told the night of you
Your face showing the frightening truth
The fact that the moon could never burn as brightly as you
Skin sparkling
Similar to the light of a thousand stars
Placed crescent upon your smile
Every night
While the moon lay still
My head hits the pillow
With a path overtaking my dreams
Leading to you
Only you
The burning of my heart
The blossom of the freeze
All my regrets I’d undo
Just to make sure I’ll reach back to you
I wish you held your promise true
The gateway of creativity becoming something of a theme
Almost a painting
But no
You were too beautiful to be art
Portrait of pure distortion
Driven mad
For that’s what we are
Thinking this was it
There was a difference above my head
I told the night of you
But the evening thought different
Than I thought I knew
“Than I Thought I Knew”


About the Author
Morgan A. Mucha is a double major in the history of art and architecture and generalized history. She is a first-year student and is pleased to share her art and art history knowledge with her fellow honors students!
Leave a Reply