__One very still night, a week or so past, I stood and watched the silent pond, the night sky reflected upward and not the slightest breeze scurried the surface.
__I wondered about the campfire light, streaking the pond from the far side... and the campers that were tending their fire. Then came my crudity, and the comment... returned:
i belched...
from across the pond
a dog's bark
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
11 comments:
How funny!!! Very good Magyar!!
nice :)
Some fine sets here, Magyar...
i loved that 'older laughs without red tape :)
and that fog one...fog is a common theme here...i love it..except when its not in my brain! :)
wishes,
devika
oh i should be saying 'except when its in my brain' :)
wishes,
devika
I love the humour in this piece and the echoes...
yes love it M
john
__I sincerly thank you all for your kind comments!
__Dev... 'tis good to see you back; odd isn't it, that you refer to words as butterflies, and I as bricks? Such contrary views, yet each, I think, fully under-standable. _m
Sometimes we get an answer we do not expect. And do not deserve ;-)
Best wishes
Ralf
Yes Magyar...i think to take words and to place them as bricks needs a patience...I don't seem to have that most of the time...sometimes they flow in a order and its easy like the flowing water...sometimes not, when i see them as butterflies....
Thank you for reading and this kind response here, Magyar :)
wishes,
devika
after the supper
a belch --
nothing more heard
I love it!
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