Within a deserted mind.

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.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob for your kind words. Yes when the muse disappears, there is that hollow feeling.

[Willys Watson]

I really love the imagery in this verse.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Willys