New subjects — Been there, done that.
New students — Hello, another you again.
New moves — It’s still just routine.
News — Is Olds.
To pique my interest and wake my brain, you must be
A friend with change, angles or filters,
Gentle in touch, earnest in conversation.
Or
A foreign food.
I liked the poem, where did it go?!
Should deleting content be allowed? Is it then still *truly* a blog? Does spontaneity die with self-censorship? Or is it another form of creativity?
beldar
I am amazed that you saw the poem in the twenty-minute window that it was up!
I’ll put the poem back up. It went into the black void of DELETE but it’s still hiding in my mind.
A blog is always self-censored. I think about things before I publish them. In this case, my survival mechanisms kicked in too slowly.
I guess your Will is to now trigger my Word 🙂