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 at the Edge (Accentual Verse)

Squint at the sky,
that flat white sheet,
and there he stands:
my gnarled old oak.

His roiling roots
clench cold, hard earth,
a fist of prayers
stubborn with years.

He hears the wild
gibberish shriek
of starlings’ talk.
A tongue long lost.

He watches dandelions
bubble to bloom;
worlds blown apart
by a single breath.

Yet still he holds,
silent and stern.
He knows the world
makes noise o’r nothing.

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Today’s poem-a-day challenge is use 3 of the following 6 words in a poem, or use all 6 if you’re able. Bubble. Dandelion. Gibberish. Gnarled. Roiling. Squint. Poems/prose, some AI/images ©Misky 2006-2025.