All but dry.

All but dry.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

My thoughts are
all but dry,
sculptured by time
now eroded.
But where the sands
turned to glass
I saw myself old
on reflection.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Great poem, Andrew, succinct and sharp and deep and true

Posted 4 Years Ago


You've done all the thinking you want to do. Drained yourself dry with the passage of time. Feeling your age Andrew?


Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you Chris, sometimes I feel my age but in this case I like to write in the i format for more i.. read more
i hope we can keep the creative thoughts irrigated enough to continue writing into our really really old age.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

So do I Jacob, belated thank you s.
Are you saying you have a dry sense of humor? I don't think so sir Mitchell. Your wit and thoughts are not dry as a desert. I see an oasis of harems from a distance. Lol

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thanks Sami for your kind review, love your humour, a harem sounds like hard work lol.
Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

Hahaha. You are welcome.

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