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...
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Good one, Pat, and how true...
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Dark thoughts, Pat I didn't know you had any. The ending seems to make the poem itself echo.
You have such an amazing way with words! I felt a chill going down me!
great images of thoughts that do not want to die... or be drowned in wells.
better watch out who (or what) you confide in.
great stuff!
beautifully done pat
i fell (no pun intended) for it completely :)
loved that little typographical tweak
Beautiful poem; words to ponder.
Excellent Pat...the closure was perfect.
like the echo ending that goes on and on
very nice..
I think this is one of your best! So many parts of it --- I absolutely love the ending.
Nice twist!
Darn it, Pat, why'd go and do such a thing? Didn't you know that wells..., well, that wells make great poems?
...such delightful whimsy!
Echoing thoughts. Nowadays I am having those.
Simply superb.
That's what happens when your well doesn't run dry. And yours doesn't.
This gave me a smile:-)
Nothing seems to be really lost in this universal well!:)
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