The penniless poet.

The penniless poet.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The impoverished poet
had no words to give,
his pockets were empty,
his cupboard laid bare,
empty was the trolley
that had no wheels,
his thoughts weren’t
going anywhere,
the theatre abandoned,
the final curtain,
the encore dead,
the seats long gone,
no words to speak of,
but a sentence of sorts.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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This is like the poet reciting to an empty house because of Covid.
But then even a full house to listen to us does not pay rent.

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I’m struggling to create anything decent of late, really scrapping the bottom of the barrel more s.. read more

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Added on April 5, 2021
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