Monday, May 27, 2013

One Hundredth Post Special!


Well, here I am.  I made it.  I wasn’t sure when I started this blog in January whether I’d be able to carve out the time (or conjure up the words) to keep a blog.  But here I am, only five(ish) months later, and I still have SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT BOOKS!!!!!  It’s quite exhausting, really.

I was actually surprised at how fast that 99th post crept up on me.  I wanted to do something special for the 100th, but…what?  100 favorite books?  100 favorite characters?  100 options of special themes to use for a 100th post?  So I’m going to “cop out” and settle for doing something I haven’t done before.  I’ve talked a lot about the writings of people far above me in literary talent, but now I’m going to share with you one of my own poems.  I hope you enjoy it.  And if you don't, please just keep that little tidbit of truth to yourself.  Like all poets, I am a very sensitive person and can't take any criticism whatsoever.


Inside a dark and dank basement

Within a moldy cardboard casement

I found a cube of tarnished gold

With priceless letters on the fold


Disregarding the dust and earwigs

As an ardent archaeologist digs

I brought up victorious my priceless finding

And brushed clean the title upon the binding


Few words can illustrate my joy—

Too many couplets soon annoy—

Just a few, to describe my pleasure,

And with this line I fill the measure.   

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