Celebration: the bloom of fireworks sounding night sky,
Statements: louder that birds whistling-in the day,
And yet: a purple weed is bowing low,
In solemnity: of a life spanned that once was aglow,
You must have had: a yellow center imaging the sun,
That was when: life was full as pregnant moon,
Oh wait: are those sparks to light the dark,
Really: can the night ever lose her charcoal,
When: can the question of blooming be parallel to soul,
Maybe: when futures meet again
Revisiting the past: in prophecy of tomorrows.
© gillena cox 2026
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Poetics: A Tale of Two Images
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