Get out of the way

Not in my usual desk chair tonight. I was woozy after tonight's James Bond flick so I curled up on the bed. Reagan's getting ready to settle in, and I figure I should do one useful thing before having to reshuffle. (Thinking about and writing poetry might be useful, but posting is accomplishing a concrete objective!)

Is it odd that I feel conspicuous posting links to other people that end up with them coming by? It's like talking to a friend about Michael C Hall and he happens to overhear me and walk over to us to say hello. It's not that I get overly starstruck and can't communicate, the way it comes about is not something I'm used to. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear" for the digital age. Yes, everyone more famous than me, from slightly successful bloggers to stars of screen and stage are equally unexpected visitors.



And because I already shared this with Reagan...

Not Counting This

Two lines: a jingle
Four lines: a charm
Eight lines: an anthem,
A badge on the arm.

Twelve: four haiku
Sixteen lines: a song
(Fourteen was sonnet
But that went all wrong)

Twenty lines: free verse
And twenty four: ballad
I once tried an epic
But thirty's all I had.