Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Babble On

hidden deep in the forest
past damp, dark green ferns 
a seat poses as a moss covered log
I sit 
far enough away from people, 
traffic or sounds of civilization 
to soothe my nerves 
and allow me to quietly reflect
with only the babble of the brook 
as a peaceful background noise. 
That is until the brook started to babble on 
about what I was doing sitting there. 
And didn’t I have things I should be doing?
Where were you last night? 
Who was the girl? 
Why aren’t you at work? 
Have you been drinking?
Where are your shoes?

7 comments:

  1. This made me smile- it's brilliant! Very intriguing, brilliant write. :)

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  2. when one is along, far away from home, in the forest, magic happens,

    beautiful word painting..

    A++

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  3. Lol! Loved it! It sort of reminds me of a Gary Larson "Far Side" cartoon drawn with words!

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  4. Babble. Babble. Clever. Original. Happy Potluck, Charlie. Look forward to seeing more from you.

    JamieDedes

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  5. stream of consciousness at its shortest take. love this..

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  6. The answera to those questions would make quite a story! I like the way the poem flows like the brook.

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/03/24/first-kiss/

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  7. Simple questions like these go unanswered:)Lovely poem Charlie:)

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