Within the prism, your cover

Within the prism, your cover

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The stars above
were no more…
but holes in your story,
you lived in a black box
the bright light
was outside.

© 2024 andrew mitchell

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The bright light being on the outside is extremely creative. Our minds lying to us creating holes so we can see the light of the truth waiting for us to grasp it.

That is what my mind thought of when reading this.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your thoughts PB
Hmm ... oddly, I am working on a piece that says as much but with a whole lot more hot air. LOL. Bit embarrassed now with how many words it took me. Oh well ... the overly adorned lady takes a deep bow of humility to your brevity. Stay tuned for my frills:)

How about those emotional black holes? Yes. I get it.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

andrew mitchell

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Pryde and your writings are just quality.
Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

That is very flattering coming from one so gifted.

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2 Reviews
Added on March 30, 2024
Last Updated on March 30, 2024


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..