Climb every verse with a stairway of grammar.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Writers clamour
on a verse sailing on thoughts above that take you somewhere on a ride to a place called kingdom come that lies over the horizon. Where the freedom of speech is as long as a string and a verse of meaning cannot be counted in a circus of words played, spread over the carnival of pages where the tombstone of wisdom lies in the cranial vault. There’s no grammar in the desert just flies. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
Stats
38 Views
1 Review Added on May 19, 2019 Last Updated on May 19, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
|