Draft MQ 01 and PA 01
An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start
and
what might this pen create,
what tempest of shade and paint,
and
why do dreams exist in pillows,
and
why must heroes always die,
and
who will stitch this quilt into
a dying language of
what and why and who are
dismissive with whatevers.
I.
Once upon a time,
these words, these lost birds,
sang a language of their own.
II.
Once upon these letters,
breath linked my random words.
Once upon these words,
a pause buffered every thought.
Once upon these thoughts
when freedom flowed like ink,
when my eyelids, once upon a time,
fluttered full with sight.
for MQ 01 and PA 01 ©️ Misky 2019
It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts
It's Still Life 