I tripped over your syllables

I tripped over your syllables

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In a word or two
getting to know you
was living your verse
through a life sentence.
How the flow
from your imagery
moved me chasing
down your every meter
until I laid beside
your finished stanza.
In the curse of your verse
my thoughts did wander
your page exposed,
I scribbled my intent,
I am leaving.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Smiling, much appreciating your metaphors or- if you prefer, more pointed pencils to enhance this very memorable poem,
' How the flow
from your imagery
moved me chasing
down your every meter
until I laid beside
your finished stanza.'

What a cleverness!

Posted 4 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much Em
You are getting so clever at these metaphorical poems i might be leaving too... well done Andrew but you leave me muddled at times lol

Posted 4 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Months Ago

So sorry to have you muddled. Are they that bad? Not my intention so again my apologies. Kind rega.. read more
Stella Armour

4 Months Ago

not bad Andrew , just so really good they are too good for my tired old mind lol
This is amazingly written- I love the metaphors, the writing was amazing and it was all beautifully tied up at the end. I loved your play on words, verses, stanzas, hearing all that in a poem itself makes it feel like it holds even more meaning. Thank you so much for sharing!

Posted 2 Years Ago


You're getting very clever with your metaphors, andrew. :)))))

Posted 2 Years Ago


Wow! I did not see the twist coming. Powerful ending to a creative poem. You are waxing with greatness.

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Added on March 13, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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