The season of eviction.

The season of eviction.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

At what point
did you feel
When I was told
to let go.
What was it like
letting go?
The free fall
was incredible,
floating, spinning,
caressed by the wind.
Until I hit
the ground
and felt my
veins crack
and I was left
a crumbled
red, orange wreck.
Was that the worst
thing to happen
falling to your
pending doom?
No! It was looking
up at mother standing
upright against
the blue sky,
as if nothing
not even shedding
a tear.

From the autumn files.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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love the personification so well because as those leaves, we turn colors in the autumn of our lives and we fall from the tree, wondering if anyone sees us fall, and sheds even a lone tear.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

I just read a story which included an explanation of how this natural arch in the vicinity of Grand Canyon, called the Rainbow Bridge, is a very high desolate place where people intentionally jump to their deaths. Reading this, I had to stop & wonder what it would take to leap like that? I sure don't have what it would take. But I do take a leap every day in my mind & that's just fine (((HUGS)))

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Wow that is incredible Margie. I have a fear of heights so not even a parachute could tempt me. I’.. read more

2 Weeks Ago

I'm the kind of person who sits down & then scoots over to the edge of a cliff when viewing some exp.. read more

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Added on October 2, 2021
Last Updated on October 2, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

Strindberg 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..