It's Still Life

I Want …

a poem that feeds itself,
and knows how to feed me,
that sings a forest’s song,
or is the green fray of spring,

a poem that …
follows a seed’s path through air,
that’s a warm, dark place
where I can hear my thoughts,
that knows why I care,

a poem that …
repeats a memory like a melody,
that breaks my heart,
that limps when I feel pain,
and hurts like only love can do.

Written for Day 23 PAD (poem-a-day challenge) “Want”. 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.