Twinkles of stars

crap day

We turn around and find pinholes,

water streams of light,

from stars

who swallowed

and took our lives.

With sounds of snorts

and whiskered,

bully throats.

Whose heart

am I searching,

in this season of

hello goodbyes?

We look

upon them long

into night,

such twinkles,

of stars

that stole our loves –

their sweet

tender smiles.

Give back our dreamers.

Lend to us more – for years

into years.

(written in 2012) (sketched today)

 

 

Categories: Depression, dreams, emotional/behavioral room, Expressionism, Illustration, Isolation, nature, pefection, Pen and Ink, pencil drawing, Self Portrait, selfie, TeachingTags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.

I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.

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