Obsidian Wings

I'm in a poetical mood lately, dunno why.

And you all get to suffer through it. My thanks for everybody who liked the Jabberwocky parody.

Moe

Instalanchy

Link to a couple of Tacitus posts and all of a sudden every site referral comes from there. I will therefore take it as a sign for... hmm, a poem seems appropriate, although I canna say why.

Thus, I give you a commemorative poem from my past blogging activity:

Instalanchy
(With apologies to... come on, everybody knows the poem I butchered.)

Centrism's Hue and Cry.

The blogger's life gets rather stark
when black and white take root;
You see all things as Light or Dark
And make all nuance moot.

But black and white, while colors, yes
Do not a spectrum make;
And there are days when, I confess,
Binary's hard to take.

Instead of red, I'll go with pink -
like all true Valentines;
what an auspicious time, I think
to color in some lines.

UPDATE: Second draft. [and later, edited]

Moe Lane Went To Bed Early Open Thread #3

And Last, but not least -
Facing deadlines, the blogger
Calls out for haiku.

An Ode to the Unknown Muse

I guess it was the iambic pentameter comment earlier that set this off: ObWi does have a definite poetical flavor to it. Or maybe doggerel - not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.

Hear me, o Muse. No, wait, a problem there
That weighs upon our blogs with leaden strain;
For in that wondrous realm of fancies fair
There lives no Muse to take us all in train.
We love the stately dance of history
Yet Clio's waltz oft chafes upon our souls
And though 'tis good to breathe in poetry
The rhymer's fire and sight are not our goals.
And yet I will entreat some kindly Muse
To show pity at our orphaned, bloggish state
And come down from Heaven, should she choose,
To give us links to inner fires great.
May our Muses arrive, and our souls freed
For majestic new bloggings. Heh. Indeed.