New Leaves

What to do, What to do

I've not had much to say as of late. I find my life repititously repeating, and nothing so new to talk about. Sometimes, I'll read my last entry and think;

"gah!! this is cripe!" (my new word that mean crap/shite)
Sounds like a word doesn't it?

I'll never get credit for it...

Anyhow, so, I find myself, sitting in front of the blank blog entry screen and thinking, "What the hell am I gonna say?" I don't really have anything new to report... or to whine about, for that matter.

So, what do I do? Where do I go? When no one is on line despite it's eleven-eleven and no one's listening :P

I go to E.E. Cummings. And I read, and I feel, and I think. And I find a million new poems (despite the fact that I've gone through the book a million times) and I figure that, if I don't have anything to say, I'll just share poetry. That's like me, that works for me. I just counted, I have twenty bookmarks in it.

And since we are talking about the man ( the myth, the legend) E.E. Cummings, I will put a poem by him. And I'm going to put into bold text my favorite line from the poem.

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

e.e. cummings