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Life In The Dash

we are born alone
as one unto our own being
without knowledge
or hope
or thought of time

we die alone
as one unto our own being
with knowledge of hope
or of no hope
and of thought of eternity
or of no thought of time
at all

it is what we are

between those exceptional moments

where we become

the designers
the writers

of the story
of
who we are

and whether
our living

is of relevance

to
any
one
or
any
thing

other than

ourselves




Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-22 at 00:24

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I enjoyed your poem, it speaks to a truth about the way life is, fleeting and alone, no matter what we do. Well done. I was wondering if you were available, I'd like to ask you for some help on a writing assignment of my own?
2016-09-17


Bibek
A sincere poem. I loved reading it.
2016-05-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent, Kathy. It's really well written.
2016-05-25


Ivan R
Very interesting, thoughtful, yes
2016-05-23