24 December: Time’s Cadralor

A.I. Path through a dark forest
A Cadralor: Time is a Blank Paper

Time is a cruel joke, pretending
To be a blank sheet of paper, 
Shuffling out of its hiding place
From the depths of a cuckoo clock. 

I ran a race once. Quick as 
A chirp twice around the field. 
Never first. Never last.  Nobody 
Hoots for those in the middle. 

Night sky is an uncommon 
Beauty. Like a blossom that’s 
Too green. Or a moon hanging 
Marrow clean. It is forever. 

There’s eternity between father 
And daughter, and when he is 
Mere bone and dust, she will 
Still love him, timelessly. 

Time is like holding a circle. 
Or the wind. It holds itself. 
It’s a blank piece of paper, and 
At the end, it still is. It just is. 

AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter #amwriting. Poetic Form: Cadralor

5 responses to “24 December: Time’s Cadralor”

  1. Hi Misky, I love this. It has such powerful images in it. I love the stanza about the father and daughter. And I love the moon hanging marrow clean. And I absolutely love the last stanza. It’s all wonderful. I hope you have a lovely Christmas with your family. Ours is pretty much done and dusted. Gifts are being used. The tree lacks its wrapping paper roots. My stomach is overly sated and social needs have been met for a while. The big blockage in my mind is freed and the river of life goes on.


  2. Merry Christmas, Misky, to you and yours! 💫 🕊️


  3. Time and the night sky make perfect traveling companions. Such a lovely image to go with it.

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