The corral of thoughts questioned.

The corral of thoughts questioned.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The corral of thoughts questioned.
When the answer
rides on a question,
but the question gallops away.
Saddled in thought,
steam train passes, lost.
Cattled ideas mustered,
no tracks to go on.
Thoughts gather,
a posse formed,
rope audits,
answer captured.
Lassoed questions
jailed, interrogated.
Stage built, high;
hangman waiting.
People gathering,
dust blowing,
caskets in making
new for the taking.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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I like the idea of thoughts being corralled into some semblance of form, but I think the guys who were in charge of mine forgot to build the fence and pen to keep them together and they just run amok through all the other fields and off into the distance, never to be seen or heard from again :)
Nicely done Andrew.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thanks lorry

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Added on February 18, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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