Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Don’t Tell The Well

I confided my darkest secrets
to the crumbling brick hole
of an abandoned well. Certainly
seemed a safe place to lay to rest
the remains of rotting thoughts.
I never expected my every word
to be repeated over, over, over...

19 comments:

Don Iannone said...

Good one, Pat, and how true...

jel said...

:0> ;0>

Russell Ragsdale said...

Dark thoughts, Pat I didn't know you had any. The ending seems to make the poem itself echo.

Katie McKenna said...

You have such an amazing way with words! I felt a chill going down me!

mikaelah said...

great images of thoughts that do not want to die... or be drowned in wells.

polona said...

better watch out who (or what) you confide in.
great stuff!

floots said...

beautifully done pat
i fell (no pun intended) for it completely :)
loved that little typographical tweak

Tim Rice said...

Beautiful poem; words to ponder.

Janice Thomson said...

Excellent Pat...the closure was perfect.

sage said...

like the echo ending that goes on and on

Kai C. said...

very nice..

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I think this is one of your best! So many parts of it --- I absolutely love the ending.

Rob Kistner said...

Nice twist!

Rethabile said...

Darn it, Pat, why'd go and do such a thing? Didn't you know that wells..., well, that wells make great poems?

Masago said...

...such delightful whimsy!

gautami tripathy said...

Echoing thoughts. Nowadays I am having those.

Simply superb.

Carol said...

That's what happens when your well doesn't run dry. And yours doesn't.

Pris said...

This gave me a smile:-)

Borut said...

Nothing seems to be really lost in this universal well!:)