An aging occasion.


Digging Up Baby Doll Bones

Growing older
Traveling through a tunneling maze
Burrowing into the future
Turning back

into a passage of haze

Dark scenes of days gone by
Like dust
fall upon my mind
Memories are mounting hollows
Echoing through the blind

Sounds rumbling
Tumbling then soaring
Music of yesterday's time
Rocks rolling
Sand glowing
Dance in Aquarius Rhyme

Digging up baby doll bones
Buried by sisters and neighbors
Once upon a time, ago
Playing
Again
All alone

Childhood Mudpies
Where am I going
Back to where I've been
Scrapping through the relics
Of time
To find me
A child
Once again.






Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-06 at 19:50

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ternic2005
This brings up old memories for sure.
very well done piece
2016-02-02


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful piece. And I love the title. Time traveling and remembering.
2015-11-12


France England
Wow! I can't really say how I felt at the reading of your thoughts as they moved through time and the lanes of life and memories. Being here and there I rode upon your words as if there was a place for my head and heart to rest as well; the goodness of heartfelt honesty lives in truthfulness. The past gives us power to see the future with a high level of hope. I have learned to stop and rest in the moment; a cup of coffee or tea while I smell the roses of the present. Digging Up Baby Doll Bones took me on a emotional passage that let me know that beautiful is always beautiful and the loveliness of honey sweet lingers beyond time. Thank you for this wonderful write as it has made me humble in knowing how dear sincerely yours can mean to the lone heart. I simply fell in love with this poem which is more than a poem to me. Respectfully, Life Worth Living
2015-11-09


countryfog
As I've grown old I make that journey too more often. "Baby doll bones" is a wonderful and powerful image for the memories found there and one that resonates with me - as a young boy I had a doll, red hair, blue eyes, no idea what happened to her except that she is still "there." My young grandchildren often say or do something that takes me back again.
2015-11-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
forward and backward in time
to a laudable end, finding the child within

i had a vision of you on stage
singing, swaying—
"this is the dawning of the age of aquarius"

then a child playing
with no conception of what lies ahead

i enjoyed this very much, though "Baby Doll Bones" is a crushing image.
2015-11-07