In a field of dreams, a haunted pool.

Within the mind,
a haunted pool
where the rope of
the wishing well’s bucket of dreams
lies severed at the bottom,
rolling recollections
of memories in waves.
While tomorrow’s future
continues to drown
in yesterday’s past,
today bubbles towards
the surface gasping
as the mists of the subconscious
float above hanging across
the esplanade of thoughts.

Reviews

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And such a deep pool, Andrew!

Your words and thoughts have been coming in increasingly more complex waves. Introspection is just what we need at times. To stir the stagnant ripples and start the flow anew. Some excellent metaphors in this one and written with your customary thought provoking style.

Enjoyed this one very much. Very well conceived.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you my friend. Cheers!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Perhaps I should start calling you Professor Mitchell? ; )

[andrew mitchell]

lol Thanks Kelly now I feel like the professor from the movie Back to the future!;)

[Riddhi]

I loved this poem..In fact , this is the best poem that I have read today so far...I really loved the way you wrote this poem and the way you expressed the entire theme is worth appreciating...I loved your whole idea..Your imagery was really nice...I loved the way you described the entire thing and your feelings....Great work and great use of words...
Great work...
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...
Riddhi...

[andrew mitchell]

Why thank you Richie, how kind.

[Riddhi]

Richie????My name is Riddhi!!!!

[andrew mitchell]

Sorry I had you as riddlhi but the computer changed it to Richie through spell check without my consent. I loathe computers when they change things.

[Riddhi]

Its okay...You need not say sorry for that..Actually I also get irritated by the spell check thing in my computer!!!

[Chris Shaw]

Examining your own thoughts and feelings, resurrected from the past. Nicely done Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Chris

[θεά]

You've taken a dip in the proverbial well of self-reflection, haven't you, Andrew? This is as deep as the water you've described. The past can be an arduous rope which needs to be snipped off when it bogs you down. The mind is meant to lay afloat, never cut off from the oxygen it deserves. The bubbles on the surface is ephemeral, just like glitter is.

One of your best writes.

Cheers.
M.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much Mallika 😀