The architect

The architect

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the heart
had room and
came with one key,
the walls came tumbling down.

The architect of mind
built on thoughts
stormed the heart
constructed by emotions.

It was a grand design,
but it’s downfall
was the tear factory.

With the heart on the sleeve dropped
the mind now changed
wears a new suit.

A tap echoes criying
in the distance
I see the clouds gather.
Drip! Drip! Drip!

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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dear Andrew... each person is designed to hold so many memories... we reshape our outward appearance, but inside the light needs to shine through... the tears will fall, but sunshine will dry the tears and flowers wil grow. truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Pat and have a Merry Xmas to you and yours.
Very astute play on love, hurt and constructed emotions. Are you influenced by architecture these days???

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Always love architecture especially from Nepal, Thailand, India etc thanks for reading friend.
Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow. You are welcome even in thosecountries. .
does this suit need a tie? i hate ties...i like a more casual love...free and easy, comfort fit.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you jacob
the play with heart and mind is a fascinating one says i ... looks like heart won out in this one .. sad to say
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E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

So often the fragile mind of common sense succumbs to emotions of stress! Thanks Gene!
Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

yes it does sir...it most certainly does .. bless you today and always.

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Added on December 14, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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