The Swing.

The Swing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Swing.
Hanging on the ropes of life
I climb, twisted, knotted
the swing of memories
pendulum's arc high no longer
the tree succumbs 
to the ground
her limb has broken.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on October 8, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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