[stylist] Poem: "Snuff"

[William L Houts]

Thanks, Bridgit, for such wise and loving advice.  You're so right; we 
artists are so often brought up to despise our own work when what we 
really need is a good hot mug of self-kindness.



--Bill






On 3/10/2014 5:38 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter wrote:
> Don't ever feel bad to say something you wrote is good. We should be
> able to recognize when we write something worthwhile, and there's
> nothing wrong with stating so.
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> Bridgit
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of William L
> Houts
> Sent: Monday, March 10, 2014 6:51 PM
> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> Subject: [stylist] Poem: "Snuff"
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> Hi Stylists,
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> Here's a short poem I wrote last summer.It's interesting to me because I
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> was using a lot of rhyme last summer and this one barely has any.  The
> subject matter isn't very pretty, but I think this one may be one of my
> best, even if it's bad form to say so, ha.
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> --Bill
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> --Bill
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> The photo made me ill:that's how I knew.
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> This was no gaffe, no show for the marks
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> but murder:the plain motel bed,
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> and the eyes, god the eyes of dephless X.
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> Hewas naked,
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> this man reduced to the size
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> of someone's doll.The legs hung
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> over the bed's edge, and he lay,
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> his back flat, though beyond all rest,
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> all sight, all knowing. As if only
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> this camera, this eye
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> and the knifelike eye
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> behind it, unveiled how things really are:
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> a mansion of rooms without pity,
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> and their stunted ridiculous devils
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> O reader, with your outraged eye
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> you've had your monsters too:
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> your heartsblood thieves, your killers,
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> your stunted ridiculous devils
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> O reader,with your dog-nose truth,
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> your yes, your gifts of mending fire
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> you are the hope for us all.
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> and upon our stricken heads,
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> the gracious rains fall.
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-- 
"Let's drink a toast now to who we really are."

           --Jane Siberry