Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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andrew mitchell : Writing

The turnovers

The turnovers

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Many a page was turned looking, searching but true love was never found in the turnovers.
Em-path-y

Em-path-y

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Discard the em we lose our way pathetically so.
On the wings of new highs

On the wings of new highs

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From the nest thoughts have flown lie ideas cracked, while above a dream soars from mind’s wings.
The projection from yesterday’s shadow

The projection from yesterday’s shadow

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who sits in the moment reflects on his arrival yesterday and on his projection tomorrow.
Can I take your coat madam?

Can I take your coat madam?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You’ll never find a lie in nudist colony because a truth can walk naked but a lie needs to be dressed.
A sunny perspective

A sunny perspective

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Where would we be without light and sound? Somewhere silent, somewhat dark or are we just limited by our range of decibels we can hear. In the ..
Oh look, the kettle is on the boil

Oh look, the kettle is on the boil

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He could read the seasons especially in the fall without drinking tea.
At the clearing

At the clearing

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the Judge’s log he was cleared of any wrongdoing but the forest still whispered.
In the short of standing

In the short of standing

A Poem by andrew mitchell


We never did see eye to eye she was night I was day at the last standing.
Watching the attractions

Watching the attractions

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The lure was no more the means to attract.