sadness


Twelve O' Clock Meditations

incessant spirals whirling in darkness
a void of sound and light
all time stops and clocks drop
tears of midnight down ashen
walls circling in death chambers
membranes of what remains of me.

tick

tock

tick

tock

tick

tock

bong... bong... bong...

death rings

bong... bong... bong...
sorrow sings

bong... bong... bong ...
life stings

bong... bong... bong...

time is gone...

twelve elves lifted him away
in a chariot with wings

now

holes mark the path to

emptiness

...

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-05-23 at 18:15

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kath
When a heart breaks there is an abyss that opens and we feel we will never see the light again .. it is a black journey back to the light once more, but rest assured you wil be guided back to life once more by the one so loved now travelling beside you in light ,,, Hugs,
kath
2008-05-24


Phyllis J. Rhodes
I feel every empty strike of the lifeless clock. This is a great sharing of your grief.
2008-05-23



Any word I could add here, seems to me hopelessly awkward.
So, I just send you my warmest hug
2008-05-23