The word on the street world citizens is bogblocked! Apologies, that should be blogblocked, the castle plumbing is just fine.Seems blogging is a bit like riding a bike-if you stop pedalling you fall off.I've fallen off and I can't get back in the saddle.It's also a bit like banging your head against the wall ,you get used to it but when you stop you kind of ask yourself why on earth was I doing that? Is blogging an online diary, a hobby, a cry for help, a place where it can be just ME me me me look at ME! How long should we blog for.Should a blog be a recording of highlights ,special occasions or should we remember that a blog is for life, not just for Christmas.(Boom-boom!!) Ah fughit Ah jus don know.Being sick has turned me upside down and inside out,getting better now, apart from the pain, but perhaps it's not just my lungs that are scarred. Anyways I've had the flu jab in one arm and a pneumonia jab in the other which is grand but sore I can't hardly move me arms from me sides,I'd be mighty at an auld step! (Irish dancing) Took the dog for a walk today, saw this...
Stark-sailed sailing boats .
Ten question marks on the horizon
waving like white flags of surrender
or Tibetan prayers.
Seven windmills , sea turbines
or deadly sins, barely moving,
give nothing away.
Three seagulls like answers singing
coalesce, their single flame
setting fire to doubt.
Thanks also to Sandra Leigh (who wrote a great poem last Mon) http://sandarastraveljournal.blogspot.com/ for a creative blogger award(posthumous)