late at night I feel the spider webs and the dankness of that dungeon.


The Jar

Just an empty jar made of clay
Sitting all alone from day to day
Up on an empty shelf shoved far away
Broken on the inside; not worthy of display
Once filled with beautiful flowers
From English gardens and their bowers
Now without purpose, just hours
Crumbling
In the dungeon
Of
Dismay

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-06-05 at 07:25

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Kathy...a sad, beautiful, jarring metaphoric poem

xxx Stan
2008-06-06


betsy Firefly
That jar, however broken, cracked or used - has a special light shining thru' it, Kathy! I can see it.
2008-06-06



It is a most precious jar...
2008-06-06



The structure of this poem is perfectly like the vase or Jar Kathy. flowers are what we girls love to be given. I always love to have flowers and seeing an empty vase is disheartening, the metaphor here is painful but that vase can be filled with the beauty of nature again. Lift it down, add some water and some flowers from your garden, look at them, smell them, let nature take it's course and though life feels like a dungeon right now, the light and the beauty from your efforts will see you through the darkest of nights. Big hug from Tai
2008-06-05


Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
Very sad and very beautiful, heartfelt and heart-rending...
2008-06-05