Oh dear! I believe this one was the hundredth on that thread. I posted on the original, since the posts that it was in response to, are there. Am not so certain that this will be relevant here, but in strict adherence to the Rule of 98 or 99, here goes....
from original thread, 'PC gone mad'
I am sorry you didn't enjoy the poem, Jackie. To me, it reads as if the author starts out in a self consciously reassuring fashion and as the words roll on, the mood effortlessly segues into one that is confident and celebratory. In an environment that constantly floods us with utopian sterotypes of beauty and perfection and where eating disorders by association, are ever on the rise, this poem seems like a gentle yet firm reminder of all the glorious diversity of beauty in the form of creation. And thus echoed Herrick's words:
A sweet disorder......
....Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
Thanks Jackie, for posting the poem; It was a pleasure to read.
