In the tower, let the postman ring twice!

In the tower, let the postman ring twice!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Seek me not, for my heart
is weathered and my love
is weary.
I have no more vests
to lay over muddy waters,
chivalry now my last forte.
Send me no messengers of
fair maidens bearing bare breasts
that wobble with delight
on the pretext that
feminism will be born on
the religious burning of bras
at the sexual alter
called the joys of sex
while wearing see through dresses.
It’s all so abstract!
The art of it all!
Seek me not,
for I have not
the energy to pursue
such gifts.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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I, too don't want what is in this definitely clever poem. I so enjoyed it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Ken for your review.
Me too Andrew.
"Seek me not,
for I have not
the energy to pursue
such gifts."
Love can be too much work, the woman fiddle and my patience less. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Indeed John, hard work. I chuckle at your understanding. Thank you for the smile.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

We must laugh Andrew, better than crying.

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andrew mitchell

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