The pen.

The pen
was no more
than the umblical cord
between thoughts
and the reader
reaching out.

Reviews

[Traci]

Your pen has given life to such beautiful thoughts, great piece of work, Andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

thank you so much traci

[Einstein Noodle]

never would have thought of it that way ..thanks for sharing Andrew
E.

[andrew mitchell]

well my uncle mr spock told me..... lol thanks einstein

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and the poems are the babies...some born healthy, some still born...and some we wish hadn't made it to the light...

[andrew mitchell]

when are your poems j unsuitable to the light!! never!!

[Shy Joe]

Thought provoking. My only question, who feeds who?

[andrew mitchell]

The pen gives life to thoughts which in turn feeds the reader.

[MysteriousAries]

Beautifully describe... Poetry needs both indeed...

[andrew mitchell]

thank you very much m.a.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... a baby in the womb needs reassurance that love awaits with soft caresses of
warmth and nourishment. As poets we reach out for
the light that breaks upon a new day of discovery.
truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

thank you pat for your words

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome ... wishing you moments that take your breath away...

[andrew mitchell]

thanks pat, you too.