the moon is black


Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

What is the mirror but a wall,
a reflection of what was and is
at this very moment, as you look
inside searching for answers. There
are no answers only questions that
dull your eyes and plague your mind.


Why are you looking for doors in solid
stone?

There are no paths, no roads
that lead to anywhere except to those
expanding pupils--the only doors. They open
and close as the light fades to black.


Where is your red-tipped cane blind woman?


You hide behind your dark glasses, stumbling
over each rock on this wayward path. There
is no paradise, no rest. Only the journey remains.
Travel or perish.

Why don't you look at yourself? You are a sight!
Oh, yes, you can't see. 

Well, aren't you special?

You, who reaches through the universe
and finds only empty hopes, false ideals,

Why don't you grab your own throat? There's no
pulse there either.


Cold glass dripping with crystal blood crashes
to the floor under your bare feet. Stop!
You may cut yourself.

No fear...there's nothing left of me but drops of moisture.
See me running down the mirror.

I cry.

kathy lockhart
1/14/07

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-01-14 at 22:49

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Amanda K
very reflective and impressive work.

love,
2007-01-20


Arti
Bring me to the mirror, Kathy. Somewhere, in me, there is a need to bleed.
2007-01-16


wee2souls
wow my mommakac this one is very soul searching I found in this write wow..:))love you
cindymac
2007-01-15


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Hopelessness, restlessness, disappoitment, dreams crushed. Oh woman yes, there have been those things. Its what you see and feel looking at that image right now. It seems like so much failure. But: "Love never fails. .....For now we know in part ......
but when perfection comes the imperfect disappears. When i was a child I spoke as a child I thought as a child I reasoned as a child but when I became a man(woman) I put away childish things.
Now we see but a poor reflection in a mirror; then we shall see face to face . Now I know is part, then I shall know fully, even as I am known fully. And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love."
ICor. 13th Chpt.
2007-01-15


Will
Kathy,

Only touching on what Lilly commented you are a complex, humorous, touching, realistic, fantasy, powerful in other words you are a fantastic Writer Kathy. I've read your writing of numerous subjects somehow you always seem to hit them with a flair only your pieces possess.

You ARE IN A WORD KATHY A POET

Thanks once again for sharing your GIFT..

YOUR GIFT IS OUR PRESENT...
2007-01-15


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Katherine
This is a lovley poem of self efacing regret because if you look closely you will see the real you and that is beauty
rgds mike
2007-01-15



omg, kathy, i simply cannot find enough words to express how your creations make me feel...you are such a complex writer!
Lilly xxx
2007-01-15