It's Still Life

The Architecture of a Moment

The Architecture of Petrichor (long-form list poem)

Because the sky held itself too long.
Because dust remembers it is earth.
Because the stones hum a low, cool note.
Because the roots murmur back to leaves.

Because we recognise the smell of beginnings.
Because it is the scent of promises kept.
Because it carries the ghost of all that ever was.
Because it is patience finally rewarded.

Because it whispers of a clean new start.
Because it maps the corridors of memory.
Because it requires no translation.
Because it is the earth’s own breath.

Because we are, at our core,
made of the same thirsty clay.

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.

The Architecture of Petrichor (Accentual verse)

Because the sky
held too long.
Because dust knows
it once was earth.

Because stones sing
a cool, low note.
Because roots speak
up to the leaves.

Because we know
beginnings’ smell.
Because rain keeps
old promises.

Because it brings
the ghost of was,
the gift of wait,
the start made clean.

Because this breath
is earth’s own truth—
and we are made
of thirsty clay.

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Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge: “explanation”. Poems/prose, some AI/images ©Misky 2006-2025.