andrew mitchell : Writing

A sunny perspective

A sunny perspective

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Where would we be without light and sound? Somewhere silent, somewhat dark or are we just limited by our range of decibels we can hear. In the ..
Oh look, the kettle is on the boil

Oh look, the kettle is on the boil

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He could read the seasons especially in the fall without drinking tea.
At the clearing

At the clearing

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the Judge’s log he was cleared of any wrongdoing but the forest still whispered.
In the short of standing

In the short of standing

A Poem by andrew mitchell


We never did see eye to eye she was night I was day at the last standing.
Watching the attractions

Watching the attractions

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The lure was no more the means to attract.
And the beat goes on!

And the beat goes on!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life given was a bribe so one could find love in that time.
We are gathered here today

We are gathered here today

A Poem by andrew mitchell


We are gathered here today to pay homage to all those who have lost their homes due to the current cost of living crisis, and all those goi..
The resting station

The resting station

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What lies between the first and second thought but a pause to reflect or a space to enjoy the silence.
The quest

The quest

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life is a lease given for one to find love as a loan.
Seriously

Seriously

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who has the last laugh isn't joking.