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 Memory

From the porch, a blue belt of sea
the horizon stitched to my gaze.
I was joy, chasing myself
up and down wooden stairs.

Each step spaced for flight.

In the rain-hushed pause of summer,
she was the constant —
not bright sun,
but dark light;
a pull as gentle as gravity.

Open as a field
facing the sea,
I was the river
running to her.

Those summers remain —
not in pictures,
but in sound:
her voice, a low tide,
weathered, wise,
where my life began.

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