So Much Between
So much depends
on the moon’s pale hinge,
the way night
folds its dark velvet
over the day’s
sharp edges.
So much is still held
in the soft hush —
the unsaid,
the almost,
the breath between
goodnight
and a dream’s
first tender sigh.
This quadrille (44-words, sans title) is written for Dee’s dVerse Poets Quadrille #231 “much”. 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.
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