It's Still Life

Of Wind and Water

I.
How I am blown apart by this hollow wind
and its shadowy choir riding a wild storm.

II.
It darkens wind within this dome of night
and sets sails like wings across grey seas.

III.
Let free my continuous thirst, let me yield
to dimples of rain on water, said the beach.

IV.
How the reeds rattle with each gasp of wind
and the cricket’s rasp in crumbling stones.

V.
Morning came in shades of rosy gowns, and
the sky, it seemed to me, was far too low.

A “cadralor” poem, based on 5 random words from The Oracle (hollow; grey; yield; rattle; low). 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.