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[johnstonmr]

OK, so I've made fun of the poetry of others for a long time. Poetry is a tricky thing, and not everyone can do it. Some people can't even come close.

In the spirit of fair play, however, I bring you this poem written by me back in high school. It's execrable. Feel free to laugh at me. It references the Pern series of books, so if you don't get the references, that's why. Or maybe it just stinks. :)

Requiem
Even now,
All these years later,
After a Fall,
He remembers her face.
Not as it was
In the end --
Twisted,
Ravaged,
Destroyed --
But as it was
Before.
Before the Thread had,
So cruelly,
Wiped the last vestige
Of beauty
From her face.
Before the cry of her dragon
Signalled her death.
Before the wailing keen of the other dragons,
In turn,
Signalled the death of
A dragon
And a life
And a love.

Comments

[lograh.livejournal.com]

uhh.. I got the referances.. It still stinks, though. :)

You want real pain, though? I've recently re-found a book of attempts at poetry I did back when I was considerably younger. I'll see if I can remember to bring it to work tomorrow so I can post a few of them for y'all.

Ok... That took severe balls!

[uncletang.livejournal.com]

You're owed a really awful one from my journals tomorrow.

Re: Ok... That took severe balls!

[johnstonmr]

Giant Brass ones, baby. ;)

Ummm, okay. I'm going to go out an a limb here...

[lubeguy.livejournal.com]

...and say I really like that. Got any more? Poetry is art: no matter how atrocious we think a piece to be, somebody, somewhere will relate to it and be moved by it. To my mind, this was a fine piece. Then again, if you were to read some of the crap I wrote in high school, you might question my judgement.

Re: Ummm, okay. I'm going to go out an a limb here...

[johnstonmr]

Oh, I've got lots more, but most of it I won't show the world.

Unfortunately, the only piece I am truly proud of, I no longer have -- my copy of it disappeared into the mists during one of my moves. Whenever I find a sheet of yellow lined paper in a box I'm frantic to see if it's Song of the Shaman, but it never is.

Re: Ummm, okay. I'm going to go out an a limb here...

[johnstonmr]

Poetry is art: no matter how atrocious we think a piece to be, somebody, somewhere will relate to it and be moved by it.

True. For instance, Marge Pearcy is highly regarded in academic circles. I'd rather dig my eyeballs out with a spork, stomp on them, and eat them than read another of her damned poems.