Dribble

Verbiage abounds in this world of ours. So many things said and often repeated. Our leaders orate slippery words of no meaning. A sales pitch for a product I could never buy. Opinions eloquently written and funny news stories amuse me a lot. Occasionally the truth is found and I sigh with pathos.

When a gem is coined it is delightfully. A rhythm resonates through the telling in an ocean of babble. Forgetting rememberable quotes is my speciality or retelling them so badly the beauty is lost. .

But I alone with my ego for company type away and process my words for no one but me. Sometimes I think that there is a reader, but the illusion passes quickly, and once more I write for my own amusement. It is a bit more than passing the time, but not by much.

I like to re-read some of the stuff I have written. For there I can agree fully with the author. I liked my tale from August last and I think that some of the other stuff is tops. I know my style is a little jerky and seldom do I correct the typos completely. But this is just for me. I acknowledge the errors and dismiss them promptly. Oh shit, I’ve slipped into rhyming.

I’m sorry if you have read this in search of meaning. I will correct that situation by tomorrow, late afternoon.