Autumn Sky Poetry re-ran a poem of mine in January (link below). This posting is accompanied by a nice photograph and the opportunity for reader commentary (much like PMO's blog concept.)
One comment thread deals with the question of factuality, both for this poem and for poetry in general. In this case, the poem is completely accurate, justifying the speculations by the commentators as to the story behind the bird's tragic appearance on my doorstep. But literature is filled with pieces that take "poetic license." In our time of letting poetry develop and speak in the context of experience without pretense or superposition of meaning, is this still a valid device?