When time stood still but remained seated!

The spring of clean
within the inner chamber of mortality-
a cluttered mind
where thoughts that hid
under the carpet
are vacuumed.
While high in the corners
cobwebs of ideas collect dust
that have seen better days;
are brushed aside,
now ....no more,
bid farewell.
Reasoning creaked along
floor boards bitter,
punctuation that littered conversations
silently flies out the window, free.
Of the oms that resonated
in the dongs of temple minds,
the clouds that clogged
the visionary senses depart
on the yoga of calm, seated.
Blackened smoke crosses autumn skies
the golden orb disappears
over the horizon,
the final cleansing
slows to a halt
along subconscious corridors
bringing about the discovery
of the new self....
the eyes open
once more.

Reviews

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Very, very deep, Andrew!

Full to the brim with metaphors from beginning to end, this one sure had me thinking. This reminds me a bit of the stagnating mind; one that has become stale and full of dusty, unclear thoughts. Just like the annual spring clean of the home, so too does the mind need a thorough cleaning itself. And the way you conclude the poem makes me think of both the restorative powers of sleep as well as the uncluttering of the mind. In both instances our eyes do open again and our mind takes in the images of a new day.

A very underrated piece, Andrew. Where the hell are the bloody reviewers nowadays? This is a fine piece that should be appreciated. Much enjoyed.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you my friend for your kind words. Yes time’s have changed, only a handful review my works , you and yours included however I do understand I’m not everyone’s cup of tea! Lol 😀

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Its more a case of many not have the interpretive capacity to understand poetry properly. The site has certainly fallen on hard times.