The day when poetry went wry!A Poem by andrew mitchell
In today’s news
from the stanza diversity society and poetry polls magazine. Both have announced that verbs have gone on strike. Nouns in poetry will remain, but we can only surmise or postulate on what are they doing. Poetry in motion refused to comment. No action can be taken, we have no verbs, all have done a runner. A poem now is as follows: She naked, no clothes on bed, he on bed flames below, a bed of roses, lust, love their day to day needs. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 27, 2021 Last Updated on February 27, 2021 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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