I suppose you could call this a copout “Flashback Friday.” I had other post ideas in mind, but then I got sidetracked by scrolling through some of my old posts from those now mythical Angry BloggerTM days.
[Okay, they’re probably only mythical to me…]
I guess I’m trying to relocate my inspiration. Don’t think you’re the only ones, denizens, to notice that all I ever do here anymore is post Flashback Fridays and BookBin entries. I suppose, though, that it’s a bit of a small victory that I’m even back to semi-regular flashbacks. In fact, looking at my post stats, I see that (minus the awesomeness that was Darktober 2012) I haven’t had a month of double-digit posts since last May.
At first, it was simply a lack of time. Actually, it still is kind of the same reason…only now, when I do eke out a bit of time to visit, I’m left with nothing much to say. I’ve got ideas of all kinds floating about in my bonny brain. I’m simply so drained by the time I arrive that I submit to the overpowering pull of sloth…that tricksy, tricksy deadly sin. So tonight I decided to go back to a time when I posted not only almost daily, but several times throughout each day. Of course, I was much angrier back then. Anger is a satisfactory fuel when even creativity fizzles out.
I did, however, also find inspiration of the non-Hulk-smash variety. Strange inspiration sometimes…like this poem that I jotted down after a random encounter with a pigeon. The silly thing just stood there on my office windowsill, staring at me for at least a solid 5 minutes. At least, I think it was staring at me. Who knows?
Anyway, for whatever reason, the pigeon paid me a visit and then made me utterly envious when it finally blinked and bobbed before spreading it wings and whisking away into the bright spring sky. Nothing makes you wish for wings quite like being inside an office building when the weather finally starts to turn warm and sunny.
Glint and flash of vernal fire in blood-red iris
As purple and green spark against dull gray down.
Perched upon my windowsill, you beckon
