A Cadralor: Time is a Blank Paper I. 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. II. I ran a race once. Quick as A chirp twice around the field. Never first. Never last. Nobody Hoots for those in the middle. III. Night sky is an uncommon Beauty. Like a blossom that’s Too green. Or a moon hanging Marrow clean. It is forever. IV. There’s eternity between father And daughter, and when he is Mere bone and dust, she will Still love him, timelessly. V. 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