Travelling through you.

Travelling through you.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Travelling through you.
His thoughts gather
around her epicentre.
No need to reply he says.
I'm just a past travelling through you.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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sounds like some serious memories!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much wordman
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Transient love...what's it all about Elfie?

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lol thank you lynn
I do love this poem...it takes the consensus reality of time and space and subjects it to that curious quantum scrutiny that crumples them all up.
"I have a whole trash bin full of crumpled realities", she says, blowing the dust of time from her diary.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you softlyfall for your kind words:):)
wow, i take this a certain way...reminds me of the idea of that person who never stays, always moves on...no permanent relationship.....love me today, because tomorrow i will be but a memory.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

How right you are Jacob! Thank you for your words
Those reflective past you's conjure up some intricate images. The end of love is never smooth and rocks you from happiness to confusion in a beat. Those beats reverberate long after they are struck. Best to keep on travelling through, if you can :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Yes I agree lorry the only way is forward!
Reflection can't repair the past and if we are lucky. We learn from the reflection. I like the places and the ending my friend. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much John and I take my hat off to you for serving for your country as well as your exc.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

You are welcome Andrew and thank you for kind words.

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Added on January 22, 2016
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