wrote this in 2008

edited for 2016




~~~Twisted Sculpture ~~~

The nest lies empty
except for the lost feathers of flight
acorns

green in growth
wait for the ripening of age
death comes in life
while cocoons, mummified, reveal in change
tomorrow brings another today
leaving only yesterday to lie in wait
for the memories to begin and end
over and over again
in traumatic dreams
senseless 
demented fragments of metal
charred and bent
in the fiery flames of a lifetime

raging
explosive implosions
heaped and shaped
into a life's artistry

as
twisted

sculpture

~~~

 The acorn falls
the bird soars
and the woman cries.





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-12-15 at 09:00

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Ivan R
Life as it is. Just nailed it. In poetic frame of thought, in poetic waves ... just great
2017-01-13


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A story of life with all it's sadness. Sometimes I wonder why we don't remember all the happy times as much as the painful ones.
A passionate write.
Ashe~
2016-12-16


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
That what life does, chews you up and spits you out. But there are some good bits along the way, and it is a work of art in the end, if twisted.
2016-12-15


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Life in all it's forms
go's on
the circle of life on
going
death and life , both
apart of that endless
circle
Ken
2016-12-15