The drought.

While love breaks,

swept out

on waves of tidal change, now barren:

wind hollows

through carcass minds

having skeletal thoughts littered 

across sunburnt plains

of synaptic endings

that held so much.

Time rolls

on shifting sands moving

to the heat of sundial shadows;

slowly protruding

from the wreckage,

the mirage smiles.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Very profound thoughts. Images of desolation...aftermath of civilization's demise?..." end of a love affair?..."love breaks, swept out on waves of tidal change, now barren"-finality. Absolutely brilliant poem- each line , image, impacts the soul. "Sunburnt plains of synaptic endings"-home-run line! Kudos my friend.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you annette for such encouraging words, I feel I've been handed a platter of compliments.:):):)