metaphorical mayhem of the aged and infirmed...

Inside the Mind's Doorway



slow death creeping

inching like ivy with spidery legs

along cement crevices 

injecting decay 

walking sticks and canes

move.... stop.... move


inside the mind's doorway

staring through one-eyed periscope

cataract crowns cover 

pupiled iris

filming reduces reality

numbing narratives of native activity

along the banks of the mundane sane

lies the carnage of the forgotten

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-11 at 05:38

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A quite bleak view of aging. I suppose it is true. You lose things you never get back. Very well crafted with metaphor and reality.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
stark and true, or i think it's true, i'm not quite there yet.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!

Liked this one. So many diverse images but all of them all well-connected and properly weaved. I see that you have employed many poetic devices here, which I think work very well. :)