It's Still Life

I’m Dreaming In 12 Words

that the house is humming,
and the windowpanes rattle
and comets fall from clouds
like hushed whispery water.

Whoosh.

And I open a book on my lap,
check for a storyline, but
there’s nothing written.
This moment is all mine,

so I write what I know:

Mary had a little lamb,
and nothing more.

Sunday Whirl words #604: nothing rattle know more moment whoosh story check humming lamb whisper water AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.