It's Still Life

Two Quadrilles

I.
The sun rises,
white as truth
shining down on us,
and we feel a type
of fearless freedom,

even though one day
our ashes will be free
under its watchful eye,
so we’ll let the sun fill us up,
like green refills a forest.

II.
No two clouds are the same.
No two leaves.
No two trees or drops of rain.
No two thoughts
are quite alike.

So if I retype a poem,
maybe change a word here,
a line break moved,
is that poem really,
genuinely, truly new?

For dVerse Poets, Quadrille 157 “type”  Image: The Sun by Edvard Munch, Date: 1911 – 1916, Location: University of Oslo, Oslo, Norway. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter