Mystery Guest Poem
Filed under: Deserving - June 13, 2008 @ 6:00 amMusic to my ears…
when i see your face it is a sweet lullabye
like a shimmer of a moonbeam
i hear a bell in my head
then the beautiful tremble flows through my werewolf body…
and like water in a river
my blood flows burgundy red through my head…
June 13th, 2008 at 9:16 am
June 16th, 2008 at 4:06 am
What the fuck is a moonbeam?
June 16th, 2008 at 10:11 am
Manj-ina - That would be a ray of light that is reflected off the moon……in mysticism often used to denote depth, or rich thick spiritually laden light……as opposed to light directly coming from the sun…. a moonbeam is a softer deeper kinda magic…..
In the occult/metaphysics….some things can only be seen by moonlight…..
June 18th, 2008 at 2:38 am
lol
June 20th, 2008 at 3:20 am
Thanks! This poem gave my friends and I a whole morning’s entertainment. We were mostly debating whether or not this should win the prize for the worst poem ever.
1. We were impressed that you showed restraint in not explaining to the reader that your head, too, is a werewolf head (not just your body).
2. How does a six-line poem manage to use the word “flows” twice? Amazing. Well DONE, sir.
3. Like water in a river. Like water? In a river? Wow. That is… genius. GENIUS. Water, in a river. Wait, I can’t figure this one out. Ooh - I know! It FLOWS, right?! Fuck yeah. It flows alright, just like the burgundy red, THROUGH MY HEAD.
4. A face is suddenly not just LIKE a sweet lullabye but IS, in fact, a sweet lullabye. Let me repeat that a face is a sweet lullaby(e). Awesome. Congratulations for both misspelling lullaby and also writing a poem that feels like a papercut right from the first line.
It’s as if you’ve just copied and pasted random words from a selection of bloody awful goth websites, and then added some particles and nouns.
We’d love to see some more of your work!
June 20th, 2008 at 7:16 am
Moonbeam, burgundy, bell, beautiful, some of my favorite words…
After 35 years and countless attempts, I am finally “getting” poetry. That means I am reading a poem and getting something out of it instead of reading it and seeing “blah blah blah.” This excites me. Here’s a delicious poet blog:
http://www.jakekulju.com/poemyourself/