This row of deer look vaguely familiar.. ;> Usually they’re strung across my side yard and when I use my flashlight at night, that’s just what they look like, Scot. That, “what the he!! you lookin’ at, biatch!” Sorry, couldn’t help myself *laugh*
On second look, tho, your line of deer look sweeter, more in control, and seem merely inquisitive. So, your deer are not my deer afterall, Scot. But sometimes they can fool ya because they all look alike. Mwaaaahahaha! (You can smack me now
While I’m here - congratulations on your exquisite poem, Sometimes the Mist of the Mountains featured in the first issue of the new and beautiful literary site, Asphalt Sky. I simply love this poem! You capture the essence of country living beautifully and oh, my, what you wrote about that “..whippoorwill echo..” and how the “hickory smoke spreads out..below the Appalachian stars/shooting across a blackberry sky.” Just gorgeous imagery! I love your work, Scot..
May 17, 2008 at 1:05 am
We both used the word fawn today. Serendipity? Synchronicity? A tender haiku.
May 17, 2008 at 2:04 am
uncanny at least.
May 17, 2008 at 5:35 am
The title is fab and what follows is pretty fine too
May 17, 2008 at 10:46 am
Thanks Jo
May 17, 2008 at 12:07 pm
camping
alone
i
sense
the
animal
spirit
beyond
the
tent
May 17, 2008 at 12:33 pm
nice one David
May 17, 2008 at 4:48 pm
beautiful photo and words
May 17, 2008 at 9:52 pm
simple, yet beautiful
May 17, 2008 at 11:16 pm
Juliet
May 17, 2008 at 11:16 pm
thank you lissa
May 17, 2008 at 11:55 pm
This row of deer look vaguely familiar.. ;> Usually they’re strung across my side yard and when I use my flashlight at night, that’s just what they look like, Scot. That, “what the he!! you lookin’ at, biatch!” Sorry, couldn’t help myself *laugh*
On second look, tho, your line of deer look sweeter, more in control, and seem merely inquisitive. So, your deer are not my deer afterall, Scot. But sometimes they can fool ya because they all look alike. Mwaaaahahaha! (You can smack me now
While I’m here - congratulations on your exquisite poem, Sometimes the Mist of the Mountains featured in the first issue of the new and beautiful literary site, Asphalt Sky. I simply love this poem! You capture the essence of country living beautifully and oh, my, what you wrote about that “..whippoorwill echo..” and how the “hickory smoke spreads out..below the Appalachian stars/shooting across a blackberry sky.” Just gorgeous imagery! I love your work, Scot..
May 18, 2008 at 12:08 am
janetleigh
thanks for the yea on the mountain poem–one of my favorites too–glad you liked it.