Twisted Sculpture

the nest lies empty
except for the lost feathers of flight
acorns, green in growth
wait for the ripening of age
death comes in life
while cocoons, mummified, revel in change
tomorrow brings another Today
leaving only yesterday to lie in wait
for the memories to begin and end
over and over again
in traumatic dreams
with demented fragments of metal
charred and bent
in the fiery flames of a lifetime of
explosive implosions
heaped and shaped
into a life's artistry of
twisted sculpture

The acorn falls;
the bird soars;
and the woman cries.

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-07-30 at 00:39

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Dan Cederholm

Heartbreaking . . . death is one
of the things we have to go thru
and its not easy to walk that
road . . . where life is one of our
guides . . .



To approach this poem is to approach a temple of Sorrow.
I enter, bow down my head, and am silent.

Some people might say "such is life"but we know this is not the case, your words are full of wisdom and a sadness that few can comprehend, your writing is as wonderful as ever and touches me deeply~Graham.

John Lambremont, Sr.
What Rob said. Applaud.

Rob Graber
This really is moving, the last three lines truly heartrending.


Pieces of Life
by Kathy Lockhart