The slums of my mind

The slums of my mind.

Segregated writes unfinished

lie in the ghettos discarded; 

the slums of my mind,

hanging from windows

brightly coloured, dried

of opportunities, closed.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Sometimes it is best to let the wind blow the detritus away. Leave it to the wind, leave it to the wind, my friend. Loved this metaphor-rich write:)

[Adam Adams]

Ahan. Very captivating. Seemed, you had a good time with ghettos. *twerk*
loved the title: "the slums of mind" ... i will count this write in one of my fav. poetry. The description is very vast,eye catccatching and so real. You make readers watching the dirt hanging down the windows (life) & understanding how messy the hall (mind) is up there. Enjoyed reading it!

[highonwords]

no word, no answer - just footsteps, tapping, waiting for a poem to finish itself - enjoyed this :)

regards,
steph

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks steph I shall visit your site soon :)

[highonwords]

you're welcome, andrew :)

thanks,
steph

[charlie]

Some of the best drumming I ever heard was played on dented garbage cans in an ally.
I couldn't write a poem about it, until I went walking...

[andrew mitchell]

lol i know what you mean charlie, buskers do great drumming on just about anything . thank you.