Category: AI Art
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13 May: Only When Spoken To
Only When Spoken To A child’s voice silenced and starved,left wide-eyed and twisted as bedsheets. She wanted words to curl up with her,to share her uninterrupted silence, and the air wonders what long cursewas left sighing in the willows. AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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11 May: Background Magic
I. My eyes wouldn’t sleep.I look out the window,a million miles into the sky, and I see tomorrow. II.It’s a flute’s cold sparkling notefloating grey-veiled over stars.It’s an unheard voicelike a feathered breath. III.Rising moon, risingclear and shiny as an eye.Rising like a young child. IV.Draw me stars, words flungto catch a star whose point…
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13 May: Not Bothered
Not Bothered My neighbour just hurled herself into a taxi.Going on holiday. Somewhere warm, she says. I walk out the back door on to the patio. Into the rain. It’s mid-May, and too cold for bees. Apple treesare in bloom, but timing’s all wrong this year. That thin skin of vibrant green that comesat the…
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12 May: It’s Nightlife
The heat of the day continues to rise from the pavement – the night, fragrant-warm with jasmine and night phlox. A woman concealed behind lace opens a window to catch the breeze, candlelight guided across the walls. Her children twist and turn in their bedsheets, sleep held in the eyes of sky. It’s humid. The…
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11 May: On the Edge of Clouds
On the Edge of Clouds It’s still the wild west out here,a flood of sins and nature’s laws.The sky is blue as the deep sea,the landscape’s prairie-blond,and straight as a bridge span. It’s as if you could sing out, andbe heard at the edge of clouds. Heard a dog down by the river again,… although…
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10 May: One Day Between
One Day Between Meanwhile, spring dashes throughthe month in flashes of molten green,and long lashes of rain. There was one day, Monday, splashesof light slipped between shadows,it was a day of brash garden colour. One day, I would like to see Kashmir.I might plant Kashmiri coloursin my garden, and when it rains, I will only…
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9 May: for Sunday Whirl #604
I’m Dreaming In 12 Words that the house is humming,and the windowpanes rattleand comets fall from cloudslike hushed whispery water. Whoosh. And I open a book on my lap,check for a storyline, butthere’s nothing written.This moment is all mine, so I write what I know: Mary had a little lamb, and nothing more. Sunday Whirl…
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8 May: A 9 Haibun
A Haibun: About the Number 9 I am a nine. That’s my number. You see if you take my birthdate in single digits and add them together in this order (m+m+d+d+y+y+y+y) it equals 27, and if you add 2+7 it equals 9. Any number times 9 always comes back to 9, like 9×6=54 and 5+4=9.…
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7 May: For #SOC Childhood’s Song (revised)
The Ants Go Marching One by One The morning after the night thatDad got up in the middle of the nightto piddle in an empty Heinz beans tin, obviously, away from our new tent that he’d bought it at discount price becauseit was missing a support pole and pegs,but never mind about that because Dad…
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7 May: A Ragtag Sunflower
For Wednesday Ragtag’s Sunflower prompt. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023
It's Still Life 