Undoing the lid screwed tight.

Undoing the lid screwed tight.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In a jar
memories bottled
snowflakes fall
in a world of yesterday
a pulse beats on
rediscovery
against shadows past.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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and if we keep turning the jar upside down...the flakes will keep falling...
so history repeats and shows often that we don't learn from it.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Yes it does J, until the jar is empty. Thanks J.
When we think we see the present, we're often seeing the past. Much of life's necessary work is learning to forgive and release.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Appreciate your words John, thank you.

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andrew mitchell
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