Thursday, March 22, 2012

He lost his pocket watch in a flowery field, which seemed to him to be nothing more than a large family of identical siblings, each sharing the secret of the moment the clasp, after years of unheralded service, gave way to the coarse, stupidly predictable forces of attrition. The sun, an able co-conspirator, hid behind a large fleecy cloud, its rays unable to glint on the watch's silvery face (oh what a temptation that must have been) and, with great discipline, averting an unforgivable betrayal, the spotting of a feathery foxhole by an irate and timeless field ambler. Even the cicadas, whose chirr has adapted over the years to mask half-hearted ticktocks, were part of the dastardly plan to deny him the likelyhood of showing up to Sunday school on time.



7 comments:

  1. Such lovely pastel colors, Bro! I adore this picture...so lovely. It is like something I would draw. I loved the story. What a wonderful description! I do think that happened to me once. Only it wasn't a pocket watch. (grin)

    Thank you for pointing out my (hahaha) mistake on my blog. I have fixed it now, dear Bro. ((hugs)) You are positively marvelous. Have a lovely lovely day.

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  2. It happened to me as well, and not a pocket watch but a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. I hooked them on my tee shirt and bending down to take pictures of wildflowers, the glasses slid off, never to be found! Sigh. But your flowers cheer me up. Such gorgeous colors and the focus is perfection. I love your way with words too!

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  3. I hope he get his pocket watch back eventually...But I love a flowery field ;-) You have a great weekend!

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  4. I would much prefer looking for a watch (or anything else in a field like this), than go to the Sunday school. Impressive!

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  5. Silly Bro! Don't you worry about a thing! lol You know being a little silly is what family is all about. ((hugs)) Sissie and I both think you are marvelous. You are treasured, sweet Brother o' mine! (grin)

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  6. these flowers, ah spring fragrance.... this impossibly delicate haze enfolding me like a cloud, celestial music...

    i am lost ~

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