The forecast is rain

The forecast is rain

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the waves
of memories
crash down upon
my cerebral shores
the tides of change
alter my recollections.
No longer do I swim
amongst the waves
the water has become
too cold.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Yes, some memories are too bitter to recollect. Like shipwrecks better left alone.

Well done, andrew.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Memorial waves crashing down...let's hope this just remains a metaphor Andrew. No swimming until the water's have been warmed :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Aye! Superb Andrew. We drove along the Great Ocean Road past the remainder of the Apostles on to the Great Bight and the cold cold everything that can freeze even the recollections of yesteryear! Truly enjoyed. Freds.

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Why thank you Frederick

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