The Stillness

The Stillness

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Stillness.

The stillness of being.....
only the sound of breathing
the heart beating.

While moments of solitude,
thoughts digesting, scrambling
for the next page,
I turn, reading.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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AAAh...thanks for the meditation, Andrew :) Madness can't stand stillness, you know...I stick my tongue out when in leaves :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lol I stick my tongue out when in leaves??? or I stick my tongue out when he leaves!!! lol
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8 Years Ago

laughing....spose to be when "IT" leaves lol my eyes have no idea what my fingers are typing lolol
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Cousin IT!! lol...........
it's like reading your own thoughts...turning the page on another day...

yesterday's pages read, time for another adventure...new characters and plots.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Yes like a moving wheel turning in thought covering new turf . thank you J
This reminds me of the peaceful solitude of a morning cup of coffee reading the works of many friends. A paradox this is... reading about what I'm reading...
Excellent!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Bill for reading. I like that A paradox!

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