Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

Blank Canvas

on July 5, 2016

After the heart has been broken,
After the body’s been bled,
drained, depleted,
A stray spark sets the husk afire.

White-hot flame incinerates,
destroys, ashifies
what remained when all was already gone,
liberaring secreted seed.

Deprived desired death
life insists:
Grow on.

2 responses to “Blank Canvas

  1. Kate Street says:

    Simply GORGEOUS. Love the last lines especially…

    Liked by 1 person

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