Uneasy Rhetoric

I used to love writing sonnets. Here’s a contest looking for sonnets about love and blogging, and below is my turgid contribution:

Self Love and Blogging

When Narcissus first visited my blog,
He found reflected there a leftward lean,
And on that first post, he had to slog
Through turgid prose, common among the green
Bloggers who think everyone will love them.
Narcissus found himself and preened and cooed
And babbled about this or that new gem
Of thought, of a philosophy that wooed
All who found it. He cried when Google said
Nothing of this blog on its firstmost page;
He beat his chest when clicking more links led
Nowhere. He smashed his mirror and in a rage
Said “There is no love but my own for me;
No one will quote my words hence in history.”

(an exception to the Creative Commons license on this site, this poem is copyright 2004, uneasyrhetoric.net. Any use not permitted by the owner of the domain will make me very, very angry.)