everything fades in time, you know
how all was black before your birth
and after—you have nothing else to go on
clinging to every look and gesture
winding yourself into being
*
not every spark ends in a sun
transcendent, though
your hand is on the work
indelible
National Poetry Month is ended, but I still have pages in my Yes-Words journal…
Graceful Press Poetry 
Birth and rebirth, growing and fading–or pages turning. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
yep…or psychic poetry vibes 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
😉
LikeLike
Keep going! I love that drawing, it sparkles. It’s funny, I was just reading somewhere someone trying to imagine “what” they were before they were born…where does this thing called me come from? Much easier to imagine what comes after than what comes before I think. (K)
LikeLiked by 1 person
I remember wondering as a child…What came before the beginning?
As for the drawing, thank you. I tried to use silver embossing powder on the star stamps to make them really sparkle, but it didn’t take due to operator error. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It still sparkles. They do make silver stars, I remember using them in collages years ago. A good reminder…I’ll have to look for them again. But where to find them…? Maybe Staples. No Woolworth’s left…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Just keep at it before the darkness comes full circle.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely work, as always!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
“clinging to every look and gesture
winding yourself into being”
Love this. and I am wondering about the drawing today …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Yes, the drawing went a bit out there…
LikeLiked by 1 person