The platform

The platform

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The page
was no more
but a platform
for the creative process
which on deviation
could turn into progress
or spiral downwards
at a speed determined
by the composer
at a rate of words
second to none.
To explode into a conundrum
of profanities or possibly die quietly
from wondering.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 6, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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