The edge of an impressionist.

The edge of an impressionist.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Circle never got the job
he just didn't have the edge,
but square did,
square always got the job
until diamond came along,
she was all eighteen carats.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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mou
Geometry was one of my favorites but today it speaks to my most favorite form of art in a different language. Truly, creativity knows no bounds!
- mou

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much mou
You are king of witty Andrew. A clever and entertaining piece of brevity.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Chris for such a lovely compliment.
Excellent, intelligent and clever but quirky piece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Ken very much and hang in there I owe you a few returns.
I love the last line about the diamond.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you PB will return the love soon.
Poetic Beauty

1 Year Ago

Take your time. No rush
love the title...and the wispy, ethereal feel of this.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on March 4, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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