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 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 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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10 Years Ago

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

10 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 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 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 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

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

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