The lines were wet

The lines were wet

A Poem by andrew mitchell

During the eclipse
of all poems passing
did I pass with flying verses
digesting poems by the pound.
Or was it just
a poetic itch, a sensation
that caused a strong desire
to scratch the verse
so it bled
only to
bathe in the title.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 13, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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