Being part of the compost wheel.

Being part of the compost wheel.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While birth was
the wheel that
time turned
in your new travels.

Death was the brake
pulling all stops
in your revolving evolution called 
" getting back to basics."

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Being a gardener myself and having an organic lust for compost, it is often hard to see 'death' as anything less than life recycled. Well, that's in the context of gardening...
I'm not clear as to the context of this poem, but it has potential for future development, should you want.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thanks charlie for reading.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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