Micro-blogging
I read something recently about a practice called 'micro-blogging.' I thought I'd give it a try. Instead of explaining it, I'll just do it.
I walked through campus this morning and was struck with the beauty of the flora and with God's hand in it all. I even tried my hand at a poem -- my first in quite a few years.
I walked through campus this morning and was struck with the beauty of the flora and with God's hand in it all. I even tried my hand at a poem -- my first in quite a few years.
After the taste of rain
Has settled on petals
In pink and yellow
There is pleasure
That an open-eyed observer
Can also imbibe.
posted by Chris at 10:06 AM
2 Comments:
Nice. I wish I was the type of person who could write poetry. But, whenever I try, the first line is always "There was a young man from Nantucket..." I blame a misspent youth for that problem.
A misspent youth? Considering that a good deal of your youth was spent hanging out with me, I think I am insulted.
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