Obscured by clouds.

Obscured by clouds.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Knocking at the door
of the lighthouse tower
no one is home but stares
where the pointing to the sky
appears downward,
and logic unwinds
from a loose cannon
in need of repair.
The scene is set,
the sky is blue
but shimmers on reflection,
memories lie on skimming stones
until the thoughts disappear
on the meniscus of calm
as time rides on a breeze
to the horizon.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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N - did they give permission to use that title?
A - who?
N - y'know who
A - effin who?
N - y'know Pink wotsit
A - Pink wotsit?
N - yeah them
A - Who for eff's sake?
N - o f f s Pink effin Floyd
A - Who?
N - Y'know, them that did 'My Generation'
A - Oh' the Lighthouse People
N - Nice one A....... N :)




Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

haha nice narrative lol Yes I pinched the title , seem applicable at the time. Thanks Nev.
Neville

6 Years Ago

Good man.. my pleasure and true so it is.... N

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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