01/28/12
For weeks, I have been trying to breathe the breath of Life into this lump of clay; this cat'swangle of musings; this tired and tedious testament; this....'Blog' ( the very sound of 'blog', describes it to a 'T'.
My dearest, phantom friends...where are you ? Hid away in some pocket of cybercloud, always looking, never finding ? Where are you when I need you ?
Surely, even if you fell across this blog by sheerest accident, you could at least tarry for a while, perhaps, relaxing, kicking off your shoes, and from them, the dust of an hectic day.
I understand that there are--indeed--a bazillion blogs out there, many, better looking, more dressed up. But while I cannot vouchsafe their design, and thus--perhaps--their allure, I had hoped, hoped, yes...hoped someone, and few, and many would stop by, to partake of my trenchent dialogue. Maybe even ( and my heart quickens to the thought ), linger long-enough to perhaps leave some small part of you here, by making comment to my effort. For, surely, that would help to keep me on ( or nearer ) beam, and not fall off again. And again. And again.
Is the Earth not big-enough a place, to assign me some little notice ?
Or, have all joined FaceBook or Twitter, content to send out tweets to the sweets ?
While I do not have the glamour, nor the sensationtionality to go viral, I had hoped I could provide--at least--a pleasant, and innocuos read. Even spelled wrong. For that is part of my charm.
E'en still, I would wish you all good health, prosperity, and oodles of love forever, 'long as love lasts.
So....peace to all...and happy be.
Love,
Charles
For weeks, I have been trying to breathe the breath of Life into this lump of clay; this cat'swangle of musings; this tired and tedious testament; this....'Blog' ( the very sound of 'blog', describes it to a 'T'.
My dearest, phantom friends...where are you ? Hid away in some pocket of cybercloud, always looking, never finding ? Where are you when I need you ?
Surely, even if you fell across this blog by sheerest accident, you could at least tarry for a while, perhaps, relaxing, kicking off your shoes, and from them, the dust of an hectic day.
I understand that there are--indeed--a bazillion blogs out there, many, better looking, more dressed up. But while I cannot vouchsafe their design, and thus--perhaps--their allure, I had hoped, hoped, yes...hoped someone, and few, and many would stop by, to partake of my trenchent dialogue. Maybe even ( and my heart quickens to the thought ), linger long-enough to perhaps leave some small part of you here, by making comment to my effort. For, surely, that would help to keep me on ( or nearer ) beam, and not fall off again. And again. And again.
Is the Earth not big-enough a place, to assign me some little notice ?
Or, have all joined FaceBook or Twitter, content to send out tweets to the sweets ?
While I do not have the glamour, nor the sensationtionality to go viral, I had hoped I could provide--at least--a pleasant, and innocuos read. Even spelled wrong. For that is part of my charm.
E'en still, I would wish you all good health, prosperity, and oodles of love forever, 'long as love lasts.
So....peace to all...and happy be.
Love,
Charles
