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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