poem written based upon this image--for online poetry class
tell it slant~ the world can’t bear the full blaze of truth all at once. So we angle it, tilt it like a mirror catching dusk, let it shimmer sideways through the mind. We speak in glints, in half-lit metaphors, in stories that circle the heart instead of striking it head-on. Not to hide~ but to reveal what only soft light can show. Because some truths arrive like lightning, too bright for the naked soul. But slanted, they become lanterns~ guiding, not blinding, warming, not burning. So we tell it slant, the way moonlight tells the shape of things, the way wind tells the shape of trees, the way love tells the shape of a life~ not directly, but unmistakably.
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