DiscombobulatedA Poem by andrew mitchell
Through the eyes
of a verse I do see a perturbed spirit, a ghost in a sonnet in a field of words he plays scrabbling for cover never a crossword rings the sounds of dissolution. In a meaningless piece gathering no rhyme or reason where hell is how you make it, I pronounce this write as discombobulated and that's the way I like it. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 14, 2022 Last Updated on October 14, 2022 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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