Mommy, Where Do Poetry Bloggers Go When They Die?

A Poet's Blogroll

I click on the links.
There's nobody there.
They gave up the ghost
and hide in despair,
for once they were poets
but now they're but links--
just names on a blogroll,
just plain old dead links.

And I wonder where they've gone.

Comments

[Bill]

They go to hell-
o operator, give me number nine,
If you don't I'll kick you in the
behind the kitchen door was a piece of glass
Johnny went and sat on it and cut his little
ask no more questions, I'll tell you no more lies
Momma's in the kitchen baking apple pies.

[Sara]

I've recently started posting again at PWB.

I know what you mean about thinking changing though. Its the nature of the beast with online anything. There will always be sites but the people there all change as some people move on from the time in their life when they were interesting in posting online.