There was a cat. 4  hurricane in Texas named, Harvey. ~~~

a lone saturday in august


you are sultry

you are hot

you are screaming storms

you are dry winds across desert seas


burning my soul to gases of ashes

leaving me wilted and stilted

decomposing pieces of shattered glass stutterings

I am sliced open

molten eruptions ignite words

flaming, oozing

falling stars of the

stone sky revelations



pockmark sonata



piano to oboe

solo for the dead



you are the portal of peace

tomorrow's song yet to be sung

the blank pages of coolest blue aster

quiet meditation streams of thought  in soft sounds

you are but a name...


Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-26 at 20:09

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Lines that stand out as excellences, to me:

"pockmark sonata"

"the blank page of coolest blue aster"

They're fresh and mysterious, those lines!

This is an off the scale mastery of sensation!
Rabid and forceful culminating in the soothing wonderment of what must surely follow and which is sought and vital.
Amazing work!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent. The feel, the wordplay and the language. I love the ending.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Kathy, an excellent work.

Strong imagery of August, of you and September. Ending on a peaceful note as we all desire. Tomorrow full of peace, as we all hope for we d tide over the storms of today or the storms will themselves wane..

( side thought -but want about the destruction or the threat of destruction these storms entail. I guess We are warned in advance and we take all measures to protect ourselves. We do.)

I feel the frenzy externally and internally of the hurricane right through to the calm of the final stanza. I've only seen pics on TV here in the uk, I can only begin to imagine the horror and devastation.