What Is Beauty?

Our worm creates a need for the most fair

It knows our faults and holds them ransom  

Our worm of the mind is like a phantom

Gnawing mental entrails and eager to snare

his marks and he does not err

Our worm’s pursuit is lifelong in its term

It lies always hungry within its lair

What execrable thing created the worm

Our worm is age old no doubt eternal

Those less lovely are deemed of less worth

Our worm says: flawed, lacking, give a wide berth,

defects are man’s spawn a rotten kernel

Glance in a pool to see his luring stare

Whether in shock or guilt we will be there


  • OxfordSkills

    Wow! Interesting imagery and metaphors! .. I interpreted your poem as written from the perspective of an Alzheimer's sufferer. An emphasis of the "worm" that gnaws the 'mental entrails' and ceases the recalling to mind the beauty and wonders of life, including love.

    • Seeker

      Thank you Oxford. Yours is a very original and refreshing take on this piece. My thoughts were about addressing the accent our world places on beauty. My \"worm\" would be the insidious perfidy in my mind when I see something I think is pretty. Your impression is just as valid because it comes from the other direction. Namely that of seeing disease as horrendously ugly. Very interesting comment. Thank you.

      • OxfordSkills

        Thank you Seeker... I suppose poetry is open to interpretation -and is subjective to the individual. Yes, you're right; disease is 'horrendously ugly' and that includes to a certain extent, mental health disease - which affects so many of the elderly. However, that said, I now see your perspective. Thank you for sharing!

      • Augustus

        I have felt guilty for having placed too much emphasis on beauty. Like you say it feels like something foreign in our brains that causes us to do so. Well done.

        • Seeker

          Thank you Augustus. In fairness I must say I do not believe we are not born this way. In our commercialized culture we have been educated to think this way. I almost said "trained" but surely our industrial psychologists would not encourage such practice.

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