Between The Words
Between the words,below all expression,
lies a thought forming.
Whirling, blending, twisting
like strans of yarn
wrapping itself around
other thoughts into a ball
of confusion.
Now it lies heavy like a stone
sinking into the pit of
lost ideas only to be
bludgeoned by the hammer
of uncertainty until it resembles
nothingness.
The mind moans with deep and
unyielding misery for it aches
with emptiness only the starving
can understand.
And, there in this abyss, lies
no light, no imagination
only reality.
Reality, the murderer
of all creation, dines upon
the death, the carnage of
all new thoughts.
Tender shoots hide below
the skeletal remains of fantasy
waiting only for a whisper of
imagination to once again
spark the process and produce
creativity's offspring.
Lose your inhabitions, connect
with childhood renditions of
play and purity. Run from self doubt.
Allow the small voice to scream
until all reality melts away and
what remains is limitless possibilities.
The world, all worlds,
are then yours
to create.
Kathy Lockhart
10/23/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 19:32
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