My Lake

My Lake, my thoughts

Governed by seasons.

Autumn:   Dark, murky thoughts, red. coppery,brown.

               Falling, disposable, finished.

Winter:    Cold, icy, frozen are my thoughts

              Sometimes melting, flowing 

               But joined as one.

Spring:     Wild, passionate, excited my thoughts

               Burning. buzzing, harmony as one.

Summer:   Dry are my thoughts, scorched,

               Baked by the sun.

               Dried of life.

My Lake, my thoughts

Ever changing, never still

Governed by seasons

A test of wills. 

               

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. Well!!! not only original . . . but unique!!! Love this!! Seasons for thoughts??? How cool!!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you my dear friend

[Dara]

Beautiful images and thought provoking. A wonderful poem!

[Sami Khalil]

"My Lake, my thoughts
Governed by seasons."

Holy macaroni. What a lovely and clear poem with great descriptive powers...Bravo, sir...:).................

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......

[RomaJ]

"Wild, passionate, excited my thoughts
Burning. buzzing, harmony as one."
Spring sounds exciting! Hopefully you can bottled up some spring to prepare for summer.
Great write.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you RomaJ

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Tough it is your winter and now our turn for some decent weather! Another interesting expression of perceptions in verse Andrew as you explore constructs of the seasons.

PS do you have a production line?

[andrew mitchell]

lol I never sleep John but I try and thoughts come in bursts and I can never finish what I've started as many are left as a new idea replaces another. I'm sure the end is insight somewhere down the track!!! lol I went camping for a few days so I had time to write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

OK advice........don't go camping lol!

[andrew mitchell]

Are they that bad!! lol!