The distribution of whispers overhead.

As time flew
over the cuckoo’s nest,
madness housed in minds decayed,
autumn wanders through trees
that whisper watching
overhead the wings of flight
bring change, light and empty,
shadows dark clutch one another
while a stone remains ....
unturned.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those whispers, the uncertainty of sanity...Mr, McMurphy would appreciate this.
And with fall coming...that part of the story when he wants to watch the World Series game...can't and so pretends it is on tv...often Pretend is better than real.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely lines here Andrew and I am reminded of that great film as well. Let there always be light, and let every stone be turned over and the shadows shrink. Thank you

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Chris