It's Still Life

I.
Just Another (Thoughtless) Memory

I remember the sky
was a loud shock of blue,
the plastic table and chairs,
an indifferent white.

We aren’t talking.
I can’t remember why.

But you sit there,
and watch me cry
as you throw yourself
into one last battle.

I remember sitting under
troubled sky, the wind blowing
blowing us out.

II. (a thoughtful haiku)

Rain whips the bare trees
The last leaves nag at branches
We sip tea with milk

These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney –v 4.