It's Still Life

Duality’s Voice

She is the morning,
And the birds mistake her for it.
But this world
Is an indifferent parent
Without a guiding heart.

Life is an eddy. A swirl.
One day her heart will forget
To beat,
But today she smiles and wonders,
Who am I to feel so loved.

Written for Miz Quickly’s 17 April prompt: Two poems with a title that links both. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.