Sepia dreams

An old photograph of a dream stored in mind's drawer 

The faded past in sepia with urine stains and smell of must

In misty shifting landfills of mental garbage the familiar becomes strange

and what one has never seen feels like home

Folded and torn it shines like new

There are no children here

Reviews

[Dave W.]

The line "The faded past in sepia" made me think of Wizard of Oz. I really connected with this as I have been visiting my minds drawer lately, thank you for sharing this.

[Soren]

Thank you Dave yes that could well be a connection. Thanks so much for the visit and encouraging comment it is most appreciated.

[Dave W.]

Soren I always appreciate your writings.