The pebble felt so smooth,

a cool soothing balm within

my palm as I sat

still beside this quiet pond.

Could I even begin to

sparkle and shimmer like the

sun above warming waters still?

Perhaps a silent moment might

compensate for this reflective time.

But such choices come often

and I discard this pebble

upon pond surface disturbing both

my time and smooth pebble.


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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