It's Still Life

No Light

His was a heart that was closed
and locked forever,
and though his words were light,
airy as any leaf,
as if his thoughts
were swept clean by the sea,
he carried it, a terrible weight,
that of heavy grief,

Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light”. 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.