It's Still Life

This a mirrored response to Debi’s Troiku haiku collection (with her permission). Debi’s is first; mine follows; it’s italicised. I encourage you to read Debi’s entire piece, it’s a beautiful poem.

A Mirroring

Pushing through the blinds
your photograph by the bed
my consolation.

It collects my dust
Your photograph by the bed
Light splicing the blinds

The rising sun flings
my dreams and they flee like birds
rushed and reticent

Where is our routine
Where has the We of us gone
The sky’s whiteness stares

The night is shortened
the lengthy day rears its head
I sit on bed’s edge

The floor’s bare and cold
The lengthy day rears its head
Days aren’t short enough

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Photo by Bruno van der Kraan on Unsplash, Italicised stanza only ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter