The lack of play of one’s back catalog has always been the blogger’s burden. Stats suggest all but what is fresh is considered stale, if considered at all.
My creative flow is just below a buckle of good intentions/ starts gung-ho that creative flow peters out in soft circumventions/ my ruminative woe trumps stimulative go and chuckles at native pretensions/ my creative flow is thusly below a belt holding up My conventions
That poem is called Gung-Ho. First posted on the web way before there was Facebook, Blogger, and over a decade before WordPress. Whatever it’s merits, whatever it’s worth, it does inform, hint, and give clue to the skill…or lack thereof, and the intent, interest, humor and hubris (?) of the author.
All new post have the feel of an early spring day. But once you hit publish, within minutes, it all turns to mulch.