It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It (a cadralor poem)

Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing

I.
They call from a glaze of grey
skies marked with white stars of geese,
a band of loud trombone songs
blowing through small clouds.

II.
This day is pulled by change,
a season’s race pipped wire to wire
and the wind barbs its way
through age-fragile leaves.

III.
There was a small girl who wore
bright pink colours – she stood here
in this garden, watering flowers.
She’s found in photos now.

IV.
Everything tips, and disappears
and then returns – small words on one’s
tongue, a sound like questions,
but questions are rarely that.

V.
Wires hold the heavy scent of
roses to its petals. A small wire also
holds me to this place, except
when the wind barbs my ear.

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Written for RDP “barbed wire” “Scio Me Nescire” – Latin for “I know that I know nothing,” Socrates paraphrased. 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.