Couldn’t get a word in edgewise!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The delivery arrived
dead on arrival, the topic had changed. “Too late!” My sentence cried. Looking out of place the proverbial consequence from not getting a word in. When the conversation ruled in rhyme suddenly stopped in free verse. “Try to keep up, old chum!” They shouted. No sooner did I try, the topic changed again; just couldn’t get a word in edgewise. The murderous warping of words left my thoughts dangling over the precipice of change in full view embarrassed. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 10, 2018 Last Updated on November 10, 2018 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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