On razor's edge, you cushioned my fall.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Another day spent in mind,
the sun shining, but in the witching hour I fade into you, eternally yours, a swing into time. On the shoreline of my cranial chamber, thoughts are awash, on the memories of your sandcastle, time gouges away. Tables and chairs still arranged I check the time, it hasn't changed, you're not there, but a field of glass blurred. Just because I like the sound of being stranded, I peel back the seasons of you out of the unknown on razor's edge. I see the laws of nature at your throat here with me, the making of a tombstone above a marquee moon, and a door open. I want to scream, don't know what I want; in front of your eyes, the only one that knows, our shadows dance, no longer making time. Did we both die pretty? The tide is out. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 9, 2020 Last Updated on July 9, 2020 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
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