andrew mitchell : Writing

What of man?

What of man?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Man does not adapthe changes.Man does not sharehe takes.Man does not givehe keeps.Man does not rememberhe forgets.Man does not conquerhe destroys.Ther..
Life in the field!

Life in the field!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Lifea field of greento graze onbut you're the blade of grass;sometimes you get mowedwhile others get trodden on,the unlucky get dumped on.Meanwhile,li..
The symphony of love making.

The symphony of love making.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The symphony of making lovewas the flame of the candledancing the dream,caressing gentlydesires burninguntil the crescendo reachedthe lover's climaxth..
In a different light.

In a different light.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When you movedthere was a slight angleto the universe.I wasn't in your shadowmaybe I waseclipsed by your love.
Was the world ready for permutations?

Was the world ready for permutations?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Somewhere amongstthe opposites were equalsbut who wasbringing them together?Multiplication?Division?Maybe probability?Or was it supposeto be combinati..
All too much, really!

All too much, really!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While Sir lunchalot ate a lotMadam fingers was rather picky.Sir Forgetalot was always remindedby Madam Nagalot don’tforget your manners.Inv..
The bill!

The bill!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The cost of not knowing came with a bill of ignorance to be paid as was the cost of living having a bill of conditions one could not ignore. Pay..
Love is blind.

Love is blind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Love is blind for love cannot see the future or guarantee tomorrow but leaves you with sticky fingers in remembrance that all was sweet as hone..