PLUNK
He didn’t know there was a word
for a sound he loved to hear, “plunk!”
He didn’t know there was a word
for what he had done about 5 times
before he was 25: drop a rock down
off a ledge into a deep still lake
or a deep well – till he heard that
wonderful sound: “plunk!” Then,
one day - reading an Irish poet –
there it was – the
word: “plunk”.
“Oooh,” he thought
- “Someone
else did what he loved to do:
drop rocks off cliffs or down wells
till he heard that wonderful sound
“plunk” – or “kerplunk” but it had
to be a good sized – roundish lump
of a rock – to make that wonderful
sound – so too it had to be a great
thought - a
powerful insight – a 10
times in a lifetime Godthought that
fell deep, deep into the well or the
still lake of his mind – and he heard
it go “plunk” and sometimes “kerplunk!”
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
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