some days are fog-filled journeys into muteness




The Deep Sleep

gauze days are milky with fog
where minds are scrambled
and voices are weak
not one will speak
for all sound is absorbed
and muted into cotton
those days are never forgotten
but the memory is stolen
lost in the mist of mazes
lingering, hoovering, smothering
the life that once thrived
when the sun was alive
burning away
the heaviness of the deep sleep
awakening the colors of life



Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-08-20 at 06:44

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Damon
So true my friend. I love the way you put your thoughts on paper and echoed my thoughts at the same time.
Damon
2008-08-21


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Oh how well I know these days! You've captured perfectly the
"gauze days". An amazing write! I felt as though you had been in my head.
2008-08-20


V.V.Ramesh
Good one Kathy Well Written :)
2008-08-20