"Tinkering"

on the spot

"Tinkering"

A little glow, like an orb, in the sky.

.Sparkling.

.Glowing.

.Pulsing.

In your eyes, there is a little thing

creeping

Like the inkiness 

of the stars

shiny

full

of

a

single

inkblot

spreading

through the

pages of the books

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

I like reading your poem. Good theme. I like the colors and they way it's set up. Good job