To reach the unfathomable.

To reach the unfathomable.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Words without sound
mime on paper crying 
from reflected skies
that whisper from above
against the blackened page
for the chapel is now open.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe
Flag Flag Writing


Stats

47 Views
Added on April 14, 2019
Last Updated on April 14, 2019

Author

andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



About
Strindberg 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..