The Cold.

The Cold.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the aspirin above dissolves
into marshmallow skies,
the effervescence rains
on thoughts clouded, cold.

Where the wet ideas
congregate in puddles blown....
on tissues discarded.

The Cold.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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So clever Andrew! Great idea, wordage & congested imagery:). The ending blows me away (pun intended!)...Great read and hope you feel better soon!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Annette for a lovely review and thank you, can't wait to get better.

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andrew mitchell

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