A narrow narrative through the haze of a maze.

A narrow narrative through the haze of a maze.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Through the eye
of the beholder
a shop window displays
a sign that reads
a soul for sale
enquire within.
Trampled meanderings of
an after thought lie
along the path of
a cobble stone mind.
Amongst a wishing well
for memories lost
a chimney bellows smoke
of wisdom fading.
A dripping tap,
a wilted heart
pronounced dead on arrival,
another page turns
a story dies along
the edge of the End
belonging to time.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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oh damn, i knew i shouldn't have gone into that store...i knew it...

now there is a "closed" sign on my mind.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Ha ha Jacob thanks for the smile. Your mind will never close nor will your poetry.
You never cease to amaze me Andrew just when I think I know your voice another one comes crashing into the room! the course of this meandering is a fantastic flow! wow i'm stunned by it great imagery and analogy plays in here. I have heard on occasion that hidden inside the greatest comedians can be found a heavy heart and I think i just glimpsed yours and it painted a fine image good sir

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Robert for a delightful review.

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