{"id":1734,"date":"2004-11-24T05:43:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-24T05:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=1734"},"modified":"2018-02-18T13:45:45","modified_gmt":"2018-02-18T19:45:45","slug":"1734","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2004\/11\/24\/1734\/","title":{"rendered":"Okauchee Light"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Wandering into the dark kitchen, I saw that a neighbor had left its back porch light on, and it reminded me of a poem I had written when I was younger:<\/p>\n<ul><b>Okauchee Light<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Across the dark Okauchee lake, a light,<br \/>\nthe marker for the end of someone&#8217;s dock,<br \/>\nis strangely lit at nearly twelve o&#8217;clock<br \/>\nand breaks the solid black that is the night.<br \/>\nFrom here, across the chilling April lake,<br \/>\nthrough busy bar room glass I see that glow,<br \/>\nbut life or rooms beyond I&#8217;ll never know.<br \/>\nOne light does not a utopia make.<br \/>\nQuite like your smile, that single man-made star:<br \/>\nUp there, on stage, you flash a smile at me,<br \/>\nand crinkle eyes to give the gesture weight,<br \/>\nbut like the dock-end light, you are too far;<br \/>\nyour glow is there for someone else to see,<br \/>\nand now, for me at least, it is too late.<\/i><\/ul>\n<p>I wrote about the keyboardist in the band my friends and I followed around Milwaukee as they played the fairs and bars.  Acourse, as an English major, I felt damn proud to mirror <i>The Great Gatsby<\/i> with the whole bit.  Man, I was the little sonnet slut then, casting off fourteen liners at the slightest provocation.<\/p>\n<p>Remember, friends, this piece is copyright 1991(?) Brian J. Noggle, and you&#8217;ve got to click that little Contact link below and <strike>beg<\/strike> <strike>offer me scads of money<\/strike> ask for permission to repost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wandering into the dark kitchen, I saw that a neighbor had left its back porch light on, and it reminded me of a poem I had written when I was younger: Okauchee Light Across the dark Okauchee lake, a light, the marker for the end of someone&#8217;s dock, is strangely lit at nearly twelve o&#8217;clock [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3334,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1734","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3334"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1734"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1734\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19583,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1734\/revisions\/19583"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1734"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1734"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1734"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}