A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Bad Poetry: These Eyes

One of the big online poetry sites is committed to nurturing real talent in the cyber community. The author of the following poem (I almost called her "the lucky author" but it's clear that drive and skill, not luck, was responsible) won an award for this piece in the category "New Talent--Awarded Book Publishing Contract." Note the subtle poetic techniques (alternating lower-case and upper-case "I"), the playful neologisms ("rember"), the memorable rhymes ("pain" and "rain," "light" and "bright"), the powerful use of language ("sweet love," "my dear"). I wonder how much the winner ended up shelling out before she was done with her award?

These Eyes

These eyes of mine
have seen the pain
of many nights
of sleet and rain.
broken and never to be the same.
but when you came into
my life, you shone your light
which is so bright.
You loved me and carried me
through and out of the meadow
of insanity. I give to you
which i hold dear
my love for only your heart
my dear.
Take my heart but rember this
with you sweet love
i conquered death, of heart and soul.
For this i give you all i have and more
for even the last breath i have , will be to whisper...
I love you my dear.

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