A Metaphor for …
Grief.
It’s cliffs crumbling down.
Grief,
holding its breath and
hiding beneath open sky.
It’s deep
calling to deep, and she
lays down infinitiy’s grief
upon winter’s flame,
and it leaps to burn.
Written for PAD (poem-a-day challenge) Day 20: a metaphor poem. 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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