In the gallery of life.

In the gallery of life.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I was born a picture
but peeled
during life's weather,
fading with the
passing of time,
leaving a vacancy
on a wall empty,
for another picture.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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I liked the image of a fading picture. Nice

Posted 10 Months Ago

Nice! In a way, like a piece of art, imitating life....

An excellent metaphorical piece, Andrew. That we do tend to diminish in importance in some eyes as we move through life and age. The new becomes the old and the old is eventually discarded and replaced.

A very clever piece with a sense of truth and poignancy contained within. Very well done.

Posted 10 Months Ago

andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you Doodley for your words and yes sadly we do imitate art.

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Added on September 9, 2017
Last Updated on September 9, 2017


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..