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.
A lament for the children of Gaza, a sorrow spoken in the oldest rhythms I know.
The Architecture of Who (Accentual Verse)
Who is this child
dust on the soul,
name lost
in the ruin.
Who watches
through salt and ash,
belly hollow,
fruit forgotten.
The countless fade
into winter’s hush,
into heat,
into hunger.
Who will bear
the weight of seeing?
Who will speak
the sorrow known?
Who will hold
the quiet vow
that this must
be named?
And who
will remember
a name.
Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge. Poems/prose, some AI/images ©Misky 2006-2025.

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