Month: Sep 2022
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12 Sept: Poetic and AI Art
Lightning does dance, like high kicking skirt swirling puppets, their wooden shoes as raucous as thunder. This is a new project, creating poetic AI (artificial intelligence) art using the midJourney bot. Images are produced by “prompting” the bot with words (descriptive; styles; mood; technique; etc). This “AI” image is the bot’s interpretation of my poem. ©Misky…
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10 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
II. Meanwhile … her knees are cracking walnuts, it’s a painful sound when she stands or sits, and her heart makes a swooshing murmur sound, and she feels condemned by suggestion that being elderly made her old. Oracle words from Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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9 Sept: Garden
After four stormy nights of rain … Fiddlehead fern shoots Rosehips Grapes ripening Grapevines ©Misky 2022 Shared with #photos on Twitter. Images taken on my old Canon EOS 1000D.
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8 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Words
III. Meanwhile … she keeps that private promisebetween herself and her old dog –every morning when she walksinto the empty kitchen she’ll say,Good morning, dog, and glanceover to where it used to sleep ina soft nest of flocked cotton andlose swaddled polyester, and whenshe finds a bit of chalky white hairrolling vague and lazy in…
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7 Sept: dVerse Labour
Roofers Dance With Ladders Roofers are built for it – short, compact, muscular. Can you fix it, I ask. Roofers know the sky isn’t blue. Roofers know samurai steel when they twist into the wind. Roofers tango with loose tiles. Roofers dance with ladders. Yes, he says. Easily. dVerse Poets: A quadrille (44 words, sans title)…
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6 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
Meanwhile … (revised) all that crayon grey smoke pulling heavy on morning mist, leering at scabby fields seized by flame, and you feel the heat of fire asleep under your feet, and those flames are a herd of wild camels on the move. Oracle words shared by Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 September: VV Anthology
A Voile Dream That’s why it begins like that, in the middle of a dream … in mid conversation … me and a tiger who fell through a voile sky. And the tiger says, What do you see? And I say, summer milkiness and bramble thorns, days fit to embroider on silk, and rivers wanting…
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4 September: Let the Clouds In
Let the Clouds In (working version) I. Sticky air and pinprick rain on my arms. Open the window, and let the clouds in. II. Sticky air and pinprick rain. Open the windows, and let the clouds in. Poem form: 16 words (1.2.3.4.5.1) and couplets ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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3 Sept: A Translation Poem
It’s Vertzil The hills have returned to vertzil green. The clouds are drunk on blue. A kite streaks across the plated sky, its tail at war with wind. Original poem “Snit” by Paul Demets. I only used the first stanza in its original language, Dutch, for this poem based loosely on a translation exercise. I read the…
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2 September: dVerse Choices
Is It Music or Poetry Musicstirs, formless,a conscious work,like words, vivid fluteor poetic arrow hitting itsmark. for dVerse Poets, “Choices”. Playing with a new form. It needs a name, but for now I’ll call it 4-Square (16 words: 1.2.3.4.5.1) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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