so be it


a seasonal session

summer rains pour inside my head
as winter storms blast the past 
while autumn leaves
spring forth into kaleidoscope dreams
wailing, always wailing
sounds of life
crying out for the world to stop its turning
allowing all to fall down burning
silence into ashes and passion into
dust where I find myself
hiding inside the din of my mind.



Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-03-13 at 18:10

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Too much coming at you, time spinning out of control, you in the vortex. The picture just came to me of the disciples in a pitching and tossing boat, crying out to a sleeping Jesus during a raging storm that they were all going to drown, and He calmly standing, raising his arms and saying, "Peace, Be Still," to the wind, rain and sea. And the calm then came. The story is recorded in Matthew, Mark and Luke. The story is so much like life, and particularly for you these recent years. This writing depicts it well. Just know where you true peace comes from.
2009-03-17


SandraMarion(Hill)Veinot
with the soothing sounds of nature.
Thank you for the read.

and applaud you.
2009-03-13