photograph by Cheryl Merrill

photograph by Cheryl Merrill


When I least expect it, Beauty fells me with a roundhouse right, pummels me with soft fists, dazzles me with her quick feet. Sometimes it’s a glancing blow to the chin; sometimes she doubles me up by a quick swing to the solar plexus.   Right, left, right, left – she’s danced me round and round the ring until I’ve lost my breath. She’s left me in my corner, dazed and gasping. She’s held me in a clinch, face to face, with nothing more to say. To some Beauty is just another heavyweight contender, but in bouts with me she’s always the champ, always the champ.

4 responses

  1. Charles J Redner | Reply

    … thank you for “showing” me how you really FEEL about beauty. I could have used that paragraph in the authorized biography I wrote about a boxing, Hall of Fame, champion. Love your writing.

    1. Thanks Charlie! Feel free to use it if you ever do a re-write! And thank you for your kind words.

  2. What an analogy, Cheryl. You are always surprising me!

    1. Hi Katie: I work on surprises every day. Large and small! Keeps my mind going.

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