inspired by Nepenthes' "disturbing the cocoon." Thanks Rob for the inspiration.


Age of Newness

Once I was buried
Beneath the soil of woe
I lingered there; I tarried
As my heart was darkened so
And there I lay in quietness
In the darkness of Night's breath

I am the voice of silence
I am the sound of death

Though many have come to trample
Upon my grave of rest
The true, the free, the faithful
Will know I'll give my best
When in the age of newness
I arise with wings unfurled
Giving hope to the weary
In the light of a brilliant world











Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-10-10 at 06:48

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is shear genius! Brilliant!
Perfection!
2008-10-15


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Kathy...beautifully written by a winged angel

xxx Stan
2008-10-10


Arti
I love your newness. And I can't wait for you to unfurl, the faeries painted you a flaming orange, they whispered to me.

:)
2008-10-10


Amna Ehsan
thats right Kathy,
some times the awfull times have high waves which just have tears to wet the dryness of sadness. but really one being strong in the vision towards living life like a living being effaces all the crusts of melancholy. i'm happy for a newer you! :)
love & regards.
2008-10-10


Charlie fan
great poem, i like the rhyme scheme... it is subtle.
2008-10-10