andrew mitchell : Writing

Harvesting the harvest

Harvesting the harvest

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The thoughts I grow I mow all the while beyond the fence the green grass looks greener. I sow what I know but nothing germinates. Meanwhile, ..
To the unknown and beyond

To the unknown and beyond

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Embrace and enjoy the feeling of being lost take the road less travelled.
The irony of looking in the glass

The irony of looking in the glass

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who drinkshis life awaywill remainin death sober.For there’s nosuch thingas a drunkenghostthe glassis alwaysempty.
A book without a cover

A book without a cover

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A man for all emotions is a man without a mask.
In the shortness of breath

In the shortness of breath

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The mortality of any thought was in its passing not having any roots or a moment to cling to.
Inside the Golden Fleece

Inside the Golden Fleece

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On embracing the silence that surrounds me the nothingness that entertains is everything I ask for.
When Shakespeare met the Beatles

When Shakespeare met the Beatles

A Poem by andrew mitchell


To be or not to ….. Just Let it be!
We are not one with the universe

We are not one with the universe

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life is not simple because we rely on more than one cell and that’s complicated.
Most extraordinarily ordinary

Most extraordinarily ordinary

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the literature news there was a fall in the poetic index today, a drop by five verses. The stanzas however are holding up despite several l..
Every mortal beginning has an end

Every mortal beginning has an end

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The past is set in stone as is your future while in between is a blank canvas.