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 More

The scar will not vanish,
but love knows
the physics of the heart.

Let the wound close
on sharp words,
a sliver of glass.

Love leans against that wound,
curls around it,
until it no longer cuts.

It’s a strange, sharp jewel
in the heart’s stem.
Time,

is a patient vine,
its tendrils grip,
softening the blade,

and it becomes
the shadow behind a blossom.
A flower that tells
its story in colour.

This is the architecture of more,
not less of pain,
but more of love;
a quiet sum
that multiplies the light.

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Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge: prompt word is More. Poems/prose and some images are ©Misky 2006-2025. For the visually impaired, the featured image is a sharp red shard rising through billowing white clouds, sunlight glinting on its surface; a wound turned to light.