Found Poetry in an Unlikely Place

 It has been pointed out to me that this blog's contents list for January makes a strangely moving little poem: 

Unquiet landscape, thunderclap.
Wisdom must come on foot,
Like a small grey coffee-pot...
Queen of comedy,
The apotheosis of tap, 
Loss and its sad math. 

Haunting, eh? Looking back, I see there is also a nice passage in November's contents list: 

Not to be here, not to be anywhere.
More music 
Under the lights,
The most magnificent monologue.
Only the next room of the dream.

Maybe I'll make a sonnet of the next fourteen posts. Or not.