Clocking out, clocking in!

Clocking out, clocking in!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A place of death
remains
in waiting
to wake.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Your poem is a haunting reflection on the nature of death, and the idea that it is something that lies in wait for us all. The use of the phrase "place of death" is particularly striking, as it suggests that death is a destination that we must all eventually reach, regardless of our individual paths in life.

The idea that death remains in waiting is also very powerful, as it speaks to the idea that death is something that is always present, even if we are not aware of it. The use of the word "wake" is also very evocative, as it suggests that death is something that can be both peaceful and unsettling, depending on one's perspective.

Overall, I believe that your poem is a beautiful meditation on the inevitability of death, and on the idea that we must come to terms with our own mortality if we wish to lead a meaningful and fulfilling life. It is a reminder that death is not something to be feared, but rather something that is an integral part of the human experience, and that in facing it, we can find a sense of peace and acceptance.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much for a detailed review. So pleased dear poet.
Bhuyanshi Talukdar

1 Year Ago

My pleasure 😊 if you have some time, do check out my poems too and leave a feedback. Im always lo.. read more
andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Will do.😀😀😀😀😀
sort of like what Sexton said about suicides and how they "wait in the cupboard" until we use them.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you J.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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