Mind gone dry,
Mined too many times.
Rocks crumble
From inside the hill.
Nothing left to pick
With a broken tool.
Wind echoes
Through empty
caverns,
Taking wisps of ideas
Leaving dry husks
In which
Only a throbbing sound
Is heard.
Abandoned.
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| Source: Izabelha |
There's always a sadness about old abandoned mines. No longer useful, no longer visited and not filled in either. Why do they not get filled in I wonder?
ReplyDeleteOut farm houses make me so sad. What was a home, became a pile of rubble. Sad.
DeleteOuch. Abandoned mines (literal and figurative) can be dangerous places.
ReplyDeletePlaces of old mines (like Julian) are dangerous.
DeleteOut west, the land is littered with them. Kind of cool to see though.
ReplyDeleteThose places had a history at one time.
Deletethe photo has a sense of melancholy and your poem is perfect with it
ReplyDeleteThere are so many abandoned building all across the country.
DeleteSuch empty places. no one there.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way you do about old farm buildings left to rot. They break my heart yet hold a certain beauty.
ReplyDeleteOur barn was built in the mid 1800s. It had to be taken down when as it was blowing in the wind. Had so much fun.
DeleteAnything left and neglected is sad to me.
ReplyDeleteAll those old barns, houses, all empty. It makes me so sad.
DeleteThis is kind of how I feel on Friday nights... ;)
ReplyDeletePretty draining. When Friday finally rolled around, my students ran out of the classroom. So did I.
DeleteI like the way you started this with "mind" and not "mine". Not only puts you IN the mine, but AS the mine.
ReplyDeleteNot everyone appreciates finer details. I write short stories, forces me to chose perfect word.
DeleteYou should visit sometime. Oh, the discussions that could be told.
ReplyDeletesometimes i feel nothing is "abandoned" once humans leave it behind many other species take over it quickly ,can't say about spirits but so many kinds of little fellows (insects) billions and billions unseen fellows (germs ) am i right :)
ReplyDeleteloved the beautiful poetry dear Susan !
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