Who am I?

Who am I?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Who am I?
Torrential rain runs
down the reflective window;
wondering who I am.....
while memories curl brown
on autumn leaves decayed.
lost.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Again and with so few words, chord striking, excellent.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much Tara for your precious time and comments:):)
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Gee
Amnesia, age induced amnesia, that's what you have Simon. Yes, Simon. You were adopted when just 3 days old, your father a nomadic Kiwi goat herder, your mother, a displaced, dysfunctional aboriginal bar maid. You were raised in a small wheelie bin on the outskirts of Melbourne, attending St Wilhelminas girls school (back then you were called Simone) You were eventually expelled after being caught, several times, "getting to know yourself " whilst in the communal showers after PE. By now both of your adopted parents had croaked and you were being raised by a short sighted female kangaroo going by the name of Rooey flat face ( kept hopping into walls) You ceased education and started working for a Pakistani seamstress called Sari,your job was to keep the mainly male workforce happy, thus you spent many hours in a barrel, highly lubed,butt facing the 3 inch core hole.....ouch. Known to them as "Windless!!!!" you stayed for 13 years before finally upping sticks and relocating to your present town. TBC


Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

are you pissed???????? lol
Gee

8 Years Ago

If only, just arrived on site, fitting a garage door...boringggggg
a little old to be musing over such things aren't we sir!?? please note i said "we" ;) i like the melancholy mood of torrential rains but would probably pull over to reflect ... too dangerous while driving .. what a surprise twist in closing ... i conjure all kinds of situations to bring about such pathos ... being lost .. whew! :{
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you my friend for your words. :) Delighted to have your presence on my page.:)
This is so unlike you Andrew! But so relatable this feeling of ennui and being lost is....

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

haha I like to mix it up a bit Malika,occasionally. Thank you for doing the pleasure of gracing my s.. read more
Very nice my friend. Trying to find yourself in a barely reflective mirror. Great metaphor for life and the journey and search that many of us are on.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Willard for dropping by and your kind words.:)
I liked the ending. It gave a nice little twist at the end. In the future, if you want more of an impact with the ending, beef up the rest of the poem. Lines like "Torrential rain runs down the reflective window" show that you can do descriptive lines. If you elaborate more with your feelings attached to the wondering who you are it would just strengthen everything else. Good thoughts, though. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Tim for your input! Cheers:)
Very few words, with such deep meaning.
I think most of us get to a place of questioning our identity. It is easy to feel lost in this journey of life.

Great piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for dropping by and leaving a comment:)

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