It's Still Life

Two Versions of the Same Poem

I.
The God of Small Annoyances

The wind bites
its lip—

a wisp
too thin to fold

and the storm
spills—

thunder cracking its
knuckles

like the God
of Small
Annoyances

The sky stiffens
it won’t
slump into

rain—

it just hums
electric, and raw—

a wire
stripped of its
song.

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II.
The God of Small Annoyances

the wind bites its lip—
a wisp too thin to fold,

and the storm spills,
thunder cracking its knuckles
like the god
of small annoyances.

the sky stiffens—
tenses—
it won’t slump into rain,

it just hums,
electric and raw—
a wire
stripped
of its song.

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PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 7 with Prompt: Tense. 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 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.

Description for the visually impaired: The scene captures a dramatic moment in what appears to be the Scottish Highlands. A foreboding storm cloud looms over rugged mountains, with a bolt of lightning illuminating the sky. In the foreground, a lonely road stretches towards the mountains, cutting through golden grasslands, creating a powerful contrast between the serene landscape and the tempestuous sky above.