andrew mitchell | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/am59 The original writings of author andrew mitchell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Amongst the weeds Only the past rises up from the gravewhile the futureflowers on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3127411/ Never the Twain Never a word lostinherited versebreeds plagiarism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3127009/ One of the ways of telling time to save time When I wasrudely interrupted and asked.‘Have you got the time.’I looked at my watchand replied.‘It’s half past hellogoing on goodbye.’ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3122474/ The variation of whether In the heatof the momentwas the very coldin waiting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3122103/ Hello began on the model goodbye One cannot say goodbyewhen one is trappedinto tomorrowbut hello can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3122022/ The ownership of quietness In the solitudeone found loneliness to be confrontingas one was introducedto self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3121933/ Eggstradinary! The answer was oneverybody’s lipswhy Humpty Dumpty fell?He was pushed, dammed to…a throw away society,a use by date, andof course,the hump me dump mementality.Nothing eggcitinghowever, all the King’s mensaid the omelette tasted nice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3121780/ All in a day’s munch Who said I’d bitten offmore than I could chew?I was hungry!I was involved in the seven deadly sinsGluttony!Like I said I was hungry!In fact,I was starvingFamished!And after alllife was an appetite .Anyway, I’m full nowbut not satisfiedfor I see, I want.and I’m r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3121533/ Back to the universe On time’s spectrum life was given coloursbefore one wasdrawn to the darknessof all things universal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3120976/ The irony of spending time Under time’s restraints we carry lifeuntil deathwe surrender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3120905/ Under the colours, a white canvas The empty inna crooked milewhere nothing stirsa haunting silence.The bird has flowna caged door brokena cloud disappearsthe feather lost, soars.The cobblestone echoesto the ghostly calltrampled underfoothurried steps ofmemories passed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3120862/ Surfing the meniscus film At water’s edgelooking at ocean’s mirrorthere’s no depthto speak of on reflection and yet he’s invited to go in…the shark awaits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3119225/ Winding back It was not an ill wind but a crosswind so I stayed indoors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3119187/ An ear against the lion’s mouth While silence is goldenthe sounds deafening as loneliness roars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3119184/ A head above the rest The intimacy of livingbreathes lovewhile treading waterin the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3119174/ The porch light is on Maybe, there arethree roads after all;the road less travelled,the road you choseand finally the roadyou could have taken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3118930/ I am man I am no more the nightleaning on the pastwhile I cast my shadowon the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/3117887/ The catch up It was only whenyouth had caught upwith old agepuffed and exhausted that old age replied.I’ve been waiting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2964229/ What’s the hurry! If one could findtime in a bottleone would be advisedto consume slowlythis time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2964106/ How about that! One never hadthe time tofulfil all objectivesbut one hadthe time to think about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2962981/ The sign says I was no moreprofound by the momentI just understood my place in passing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2957849/ Raining moments Overwhelmed by sadnessI swam to shorea landing that created my tears I collected, sailingthe deep blue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2957848/ The cloud hanging over self I pulled my blind downto shut out the darknessfrom a mad, mad worldthat wasn’t intendedto over shadow mewhen I needed light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2957846/ When a moment reflects Looking backI miss a timeI never lived inwhere in a moment I was therebut on reflectionmirroring my shadowof what could have beenwas overshadowed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2957842/ One’s buoyancy drifts One is nevertruly anchoredthe waves of timesails one awayuntil one sinks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2954614/ A passage from the passenger I could neverdrive the chordbecause I could neverplay the instrument that drives the chordbut oh, the noise.and so I listenfor the breakto switch offonly to remembersilence is golden.a chord not playedis notably serene- a passage of playby the passenger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2954158/ Beyond the past he sees mind over matter Knowing he hadno control,he was movingever closerto a placehe’d rather not be,and yet his alignment with time will leavehis remains behindquestioning mind over matter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2954154/ The results are flying in The problem with A1 poetry isyou don’t see the stitching there’s no wear and tearand the magic in the tapestryis gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2954151/ The longevity from birth states How long do I have, time?I cannot answer thatfor I am only a wordnot a sentence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2950231/ Looking inward A memory pauseda state of remembrance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949586/ In with a penny, out with a note Life was a loanhopefully money well spentwhile your dreamwas cash you never hadto repay the debt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949528/ A play on last words The disappearance was not behindthe final curtain but through the introduction of the first act. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949520/ A field, a play, a battle of wits I am no morea memoirof your moment.Can I come in?I don't know, can you?I'm only a thoughtto play in your fields.Ok, you may enterbut shut the gate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949516/ Some wheels are never rounded Each moment playeda roll of the dicea facet on the faceof time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949509/ Where the shadow falls In the vastness of spacelies an emptiness,a void I cannot fillfor I am mortalso I leave youmy shadowgiven time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949503/ Thou shalt be Drinking winegives you wisdom,drink beerallows you freedom,drink waterand get bacteria,choose wisely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2949492/ There’s no accountability for shareholders Man says we cannotbank on tomorrow because by today’s standardsit’s not cost effective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2946482/ Up periscope I’m just a thoughton a rockhurtling through space.Just a thought on a rockthat’s just one of three point twotrillion planets in our galaxy.Just a thought warmedby the sun that is just one oftwo hundred billion starsin the Milky Waywhere the Milky Way is just one of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2946479/ Following the globe Maybe man’s thoughtsare only circumferential that orbit withinthe confines of his mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2946319/ And now for the cranial weather In case of a brainstormplease tie downany loose thoughtsstay inside, lock your doors,keep away from the windowsand finally keepyour mouth shut. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2946112/ A reflection on tears gone by Tomorrow mournstoday’s absencelost in yesterday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2946110/ Moss anyone? As light passes over stonesbetter leftunturned time’s shadowmarks your ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2945643/ Nature’s registration Lifea beginningthat hasan endwhere the voidin the middleneeds to befilled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2945520/ In the hands of uncertainty Having no knowledgeof the factswas guessingthe futureas the shadowturned on its master. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2945079/ The speed of every moment In the eveof every momentwas a blinkof an eyein passing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2945078/ You can only spend time I was told onceby my parents“Money doesn’t grow on trees.”which is quite obviousso I could addneither does time.And so I findtime flying bymaybe an illusion and it’s the gravitational pullthat’s holding me backfrom the flowof seconds passing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2938353/ The house that tears built Within the mind,a haunted innhouses an airof sadnesswhere drinksare your poison.There a lone thoughtfishes off the pierto catch a moment.Elsewhere, footsteps of manya thoughts are heardrunning into the distance,the vanishing point.As a tear drop fallsthe fog of emptiness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2938254/ A clouded picture. I am no morea brushthat paints a picturein your thoughtshowever not as clear as day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2937465/ Your writing begins on 2B 2B or not 2Bthat is your pencil.I seek notto sharpen your instrument however, I advise youto sharpen your witbefore your graphite thoughtsslip away.Don’t lead me downyour pencilled pathfor the pen is mightier.And lead me notto your pagefor your thoughtsare p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2937417/ An exorcism of religion The exorcism of all beliefswill leave us guiltyfor playing the devil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am59/2937293/