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.
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2016 Last Updated on February 18, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg 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.. |

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