Today has been just fine – to the point where there’s actually nothing at all interesting to write here.
In the opposite way to hospital patients (who all want the doctors to find them distinctly uninteresting, commonplace and easily-treatable) bloggers (I suppose) are always on the lookout for a story – something with which to regale the
masses few people who stop on by to check them out.
And of course, there’s always the inherent (though sometimes tiny) promise, whispering in the ear of all who ply their words in public “If they like it enough, they might come back!”
Oh the allure of that quiet, seductive voice.
So we wrack our brains, we analyse each moment of the day, trying desperately to find some manner of rendering it amusing, engaging and above all entertaining, for what do we love more than to entertain? To invite, to captivate, to tantalisingly tickle the reader’s thinkbuds. (To alliterate?)
But alas, there are days when all is right with the world, but nothing particularly so. There are things which are funny, but not remarkably so. Events happen which confuse, amuse, sadden or frustrate us, but not to a notable extent. And at this point we are up the metaphorical creek with no paddle and that ever present (if to a large extent, imaginary) audience to attend to.
Today was one of those days, so instead I’ve drawn on an old resource which was written long ago when I was having a day filled with a similar problem.
With no further ado – an Ode to the Ones that Won’t
It’s not that I lack the words.
I can see them in all their finery
Hear their resonance inside my skull;
Taste their lingering richness.
They are as smooth as a silver fish
And have the heart of a dragon
Burning to be used.
Smouldering with a vividness
Only found in hot coals and fairytales.
Where I sit now
It is drab and cold – there is no magic in this milieu.
Raindrops are my companions,
Each falling wet on wet
Cold on cold.
In the palace of my mind
Full of grandeur and gold
These words recline on velvet cushions,
Complacently savouring the luxury of just existing.
Priceless art cannot show as much as these words.
Diamonds are not as beautiful,
Wine is not as intoxicating
Nor are iron-bound caskets so full of treasure.
I alone know their worth
For they are elusive
And will not consent to be displayed.
I alone must lament
And know their loss,
Whilst they remain smugly resplendent
Ten Things of Thankful #9 (of my two-week challenge)
1. I have only got one day of college left
2. I have only two assignments left and time to do them
3. I’m going to the movies at the weekend with my good friend (and Husby) to see Fast and Furious 6
4. Tomorrow’s a diet day and so far, so good – it’s being easy to stick to and having great effects
5. I get to see Niece and Neff on Thursday
6. Don’t tell anyone in case it breaks it, but this week, I’ve been feeling less terrible about the whole infertility thing
7. I spent a lovely evening with friends
8.There were nachos involved, and D&D
9. Husby said he might write a guest post for me, and I may just hold him to it
10. I had a wonderful chat with Clark
and we even managed to get a brief videochat going! Thanks Facebook.