pebble

gossiping pebbles
under my wandering feet
you are not lonely

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lonesome golden heart
waiting amidst the pebbles
its long lost lover

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Carpe Diem #536, Pebble

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39 thoughts on “pebble

    1. milan rajkumar Post author

      o you are very kind Jen ! i felt the same …crunching under my feet …gossiping ,they are together ,merry and gay ,those pebbles ….unlike the wandering lonesome me ! grasp the idea somehow ..i want to create the juxtapost ..! hope it does ,thank you !

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      1. Blog It Or Lose It

        I know exactly what you mean. 🙂

        Isn’t it frustrating when you have that wonderful glimmer of an idea — but the words just refuse to be captured? I am having the same problem tonight. Wish me luck!

        All the best to you —

    1. milan rajkumar Post author

      Cheryl , very kind of you ! “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Shelley (as they often quote) . i simply try to draw that picture ! thank you !

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    1. milan rajkumar Post author

      they talk about weather , of travellers ,pilgrims ,lovers with tears , a heartbroken mother , a merry soul who has fulfilled his dream ……its endless MMT ! 🙂

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  1. julespaige

    Oh, to be able to interpret the gossip of pebbles – there could be a prompt in that 🙂

    The heart is lovely among the white stones – wisdom, listen twice as much and repeat no gossip.

    Thank you for your visit and kind words – I am sometimes delayed in my return visits.
    (I have both WP and B sites) ~Jules

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      1. julespaige

        There is a story about a woman who gossiped. So much so that the town elder wanted to teach her a lesson – so he told her to take all of her feather pillows and bring them to the town square. Where he then opened them and let all the feathers fly. He told her that her gossiped words were like those feathers going to all sorts of places that they didn’t need to go. And she could only gossip again once she was able to retrieve each and ever feather. And there would be no pillow for her head for comfortable sleeping when others had been hurt by her carelessness.

        Could pebbles be the gossip of mountains? 🙂

      2. milan rajkumar Post author

        wondderful story !
        i admire your poetic mind pondering philosophically ! yes ,they maybe the gossp of mountains !
        i was trying to produce the effect of loneliness of the man in comparison with the vast expanse of pebbles …they are uncountable and what a marvellous crunching sound when you walk on them …gossiping indeed ! :0

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