Within a deserted mind.

Within a deserted mind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Dreams descend
on a clouded mind
excavations find
fossilised memories
digging for new thoughts
the wind blows
through eye sockets hollow
while blue skies shine
behind a skull lying empty
the sands of evermore
reflects the sun
in sepia tones.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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excellent metaphor here, andrew....you are so good at it...
when our muse disappears it feels like our skulls are just empty skeletons...no skin or brain full of words left.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Thank you Jacob for your kind words. Yes when the muse disappears, there is that hollow feeling.
I really love the imagery in this verse.


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andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Thank you Willys

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..

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