The sketch book.

The sketch book.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The moon dances over
silvery waves
the myriad of
twinkle in the
skies above,
the cryptic claw
of misunderstandings
scratches over
the boundaries
of the abyss
of internal thinking,
I’m over the edge.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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A lovely imaginative portrait of captured nature in a nightly splendor of night. Thank you Adnrew for sharing your art with us.

Posted 5 Days Ago

andrew mitchell

4 Days Ago

Thank you Carlos appreciate your visit.
Must review a poem with this title, I say to myself. Imagine my pleasure when it turns out to be such a lovely one. I still see it as a poem about looking however.

Posted 1 Week Ago

andrew mitchell

4 Days Ago

Thank you Ken and you are right.
This is why I consider myself lucky to be in the midst of my "harvest" of bud (marijuana) . . . puffing the first fresh stuff this week. It keeps me from thinking when I'm up in the middle of the night with insomnia. As your poem shows, thinking is dangerous under moonlit skies. Keeps me from going over the edge (((HUGS)))

Posted 1 Week Ago

andrew mitchell

4 Days Ago

As always Margie thank you for your comments of delight.

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3 Reviews
Added on October 10, 2021
Last Updated on October 10, 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..


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