Swamp Echo

Writers often wander far amidst their words – weeds as well can have beautiful blossoms...sneezes and watery eyes, can be a hazard with all fond images, those prized and common. Sometimes I wonder what you saw in me, certainly no exceptional rose nor orchid? No Caruso! Maybe a croak or two above a pond and its frogs: Lord knows how many times I have been awakened by my own swamp echo. I guess, love will always be somewhat of a mystery – a bit outside all sound and visions; somewhere, not quite the core of a heart, and just beyond the outer rings of a mind. Planets apart, while each of us affected by the other's distance and dizzying orbit –

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 1/25/2022 3:59:00 PM

Hello Joe ... enjoyed the comparison. A weed is a plant growing in the wrong place. Similar to many humans in the minds of others - well done Joe - Lindsay

Joe Dimino
Date: 1/26/2022 5:18:00 AM

Thank you, my friend; your wisdom shines! I've gone back and forth between blossom in wrong place, and some unwise weed in good places less attractive for my reckless seeding. I'm certain, someday, God will give me an earful. I will have to grim and bear it like everyone else. I will cop to it. Blessings my friend!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/21/2022 7:14:00 AM

Hello Joe, Nothing wrong with loving a mystery. Much meaning and imagery. Thanks for sharing. always ~LINDA~

Joe Dimino
Date: 1/21/2022 9:34:00 AM

Thank you, Linda -- your positive encouragement made my day! Blessings my friend!