Mind in Progress

Images crowding eyes, brain
contradicts, seeing leaves
shuttered against sun and
swallows low in the sky.

Clearing space to fall,
rain sweeps over the brim
vanishing, leaving stale air
of indifference.

Wind winds its path,
locking in corners, debris
stacked beside reality

Monosyllabic scream rages,
smiling taunts fear of
suspense, unbalanced
in corridors, fog brawls.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-02-25 at 00:48

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Hans Bump
Daring. I like when poetry crosses genres and still remains personal and provocative. Enjoyed this

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
A storm brewing and a fight to contain it are the feelings I get from reading. Your words create a powerful effect. And I find they explain so well how these moments can unfold. Very well-written and your last stanza leaves a lasting impression in mind. :)

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellently written. Fog brawls in my brain even as I try to comment - you've captured much of the battle here, much of what a mind (especially a poetic one) might experience. Well done!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Turmoil and confusion but something is brewing here. Like the scene of the three witches in McBeth. Great atmosphere and forboding. Very well written.


I love this poem, it's primal or something akin.

Erik Brickman
Wow, the billowing forms and shapes of this text is really gripping. Like it!

Crazy about your last line. Very atmospheric and taut description of the workings of the mind.