Anything But “Beauty is truth, truth beauty” John Keats “Tell all truth but tell it slant” Emily Dickinson It’s tricky of truth to need to slant all blinding beauty so that cornea, lens, retina tamper, measure, clip, alter light to give us only what won’t kill or drive insane. And malleus, incus, stapes contain galleys where excruciating music gets rinsed, chopped, cooked, and presented as a comforting pablum while censors in the brain keep busy with white-out so that cognition receives its correspondence full of gaps- blank spaces with enough words left to make sense, leave us unsuspecting. And some filter, when we look at each other, illuminates blemishes, jowls, wrinkles, skin colour, scowls, scars, stains, fashion sins- anything but the miracle.
Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal, Sublunary Review, Plum Tree Tavern and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, Tending the Fire and i am what becomes of broken branch. Facebook: @ccaseypoetry; Twitter: @ccasey_carol; Webpage: https://learnforlifepotential.com/home-2/poetry/