Andrew Fincham

Rookie (1964 / Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire, UK)

Exile - Poem by Andrew Fincham

I spend
more time
now building walls

I am so good
There’s things
I hardly think about at all

‘Til sunlight
drives a chink
through shadows tall

& then I fall.

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  • Andrew Fincham (2/6/2007 8:45:00 AM)

    Whoever gave that a vote of 10 does not understand poetry.

    I'll keep it there, rather than delet the thing, just to demonstrate the absurdity of voting.

    Thanks, anyway.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 16, 2005

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