Just pages in an opened grave.

The crypt of mind
never saw the light of day
a burial chamber of writer’s thoughts.
However, those that did make it
to the real world
their destination was
in the waste basket
where thoughts lie
in an opened grave.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

My hope is that the writer retrieves those thoughts and gives them life, breathes those thoughts into being. The real sadness lies in the thoughts that are never penned, that get lost in the rush of this busy world.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words Linda.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, but we can always run to the waste basket and retrieve those thoughts...those poems we thought should be put out of their misery...and save them because maybe we can still build a poem from them that is worthwhile...then again, we might create a Frankenstein monster instead...who knows.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

We are consumed by litter on every level. Thanks for your words Jacob.