Cutting remarks

Cutting remarks

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Cutting remarks.
One could not tell
the knife throwers
in the crowd.
They all appeared the same.
Or whose blade
sunk the deepest,
they all felt the same.
So much is read
on whisper trails
broken on entry,
heads cower away
boughed, guilty.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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oh my this is a terrific, strong metaphor...

words have the shiny and deadly metal of a blade that can cut so deeply.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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