Keeping in a "poetetic" frame of mind. Blogging, you know, is about self-expression. Reading blogs is like visiting people in their homes. You find out something about them. You discover what interests them. You note what hangs on their walls, and it may not be what you'd put on yours, but that's what makes people worth visiting in the first place. My little poetic excursions don't often prompt comment. My readers generally politely ignore them, waiting for me to move on to something of a more common interest. In my experience Christian bloggers, if they get poetic at all, seem to prefer the 19th century ballad or something, with lots of nice rhymes and a consistent meter. Me, I've got a taste for modern poetry, even "prose poems," so like it or not, and cognizant of the fact that if I do this kind of thing too often you'll probably quit coming to visit, here's my latest effort:
Certain Small Birds in November
they spring suddenly from the dry grass
in twittering flurries,
weaving their ribbons of frantic flight
among stems and hedges.
little visitors, skittish friends, travelers,
I'll not forget you.