A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (A Haibun)
The U in Us
The sound of lambs still echo behind me, and there I stood on this summer-ripe day, the sea calm as a comfortable marriage, blue sky holding the sun like a great bell under a hollow sky, clang-banging a cure for man-made undertows shaking the world. And my pale heart opened wide to its restless tide, and bright-eyed morning.
The sun rarely shines
Clouds are drifting memories
Of time stolen for me
Five words from “The Oracle” (bells; cheer; bang; cure; ripe). 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.
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