It's Still Life

Yes and X

Always
Always soft colours in bloom
Bloom
Bloom like a child
Child
Child of summer-bright desire
Desire
Desire smiles with secret eyes
Eyes
Eyes with flare and fire
Fire
Fire that holds a scarlet gaze
Gaze
Gaze into a heavy heart
Heart
Heart that knows what it is
Is
Is a reminder of joy
Joy
Joy blooming in a first kiss
Kiss
Kiss me soft and feather-light
Light
Light as a June scented moon
Moon
Moon strong enough to carry the night
Night
Night without regrets over
Over
Over rough ridges and rocky paths
Paths
Paths leading to deserted quiet
Quiet
Quiet wisdom and rapture
Rapture
Rapture of stillness stood
Stood
Stood, time lost with a tree
Tree
Tree that lingers alone and unaware
Unaware
Unaware of black birds’ voices
Voices
Voices noisy and inky warm
Warm
Warm as an agreement marked X
X
X still means yes
Yes
X

These are the many rules and constraints of a Blitz Poem. I cheated on the title because I want one that makes sense. 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.