It's Still Life

The Architecture of a Moment

Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause.

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The Architecture of Joy

Young ones wrapped in November’s breath,
a rustle of coats,
a symphony of zips,
mittens and hats,
cheeks bright with the wind’s rough paint.

They leap and run,
a blur of becoming,
swinging, their boots
kicking clouds into laughter.

Long after the park lies still,
the frame remains;
I hear it ring,
the enduring shape of them.

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Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge “fun”. Poems/prose and some images are ©Misky 2006-2025.