get routing working, add index for poetry, list first 6 poems on index, let each take you to their page with the poem's content

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+---
+categories:
+- Poetry
+date: 2014-11-10 00:00:00 +0000
+tags:
+- Fall
+title: Autumn Synesthesia
+
+---
+The trees branch out their reds and yellows.  
+Their last battle cry before the frost.  
+The further north, the more pronounced  
+As they recall the life they lost.  
+Shouting in color upon deaf ears,  
+Such beauty produced at a deadly cost.
+
+The reds rage on  
+With blistering hate.  
+"Is there no escape  
+From our inevitable fate?"
+
+The orange reminisce  
+On the seasons before.  
+"Winter is knocking,  
+But Spring is next door."
+
+The yellows enjoy  
+The weather while it lasts.  
+"Best to live in the present  
+Than the future or past."
+
+The browns mutter softly  
+The last lesson to learn.  
+"From dust I arose,  
+So to dust I return."