Category: AI Art
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6 March: For Sunday Muse
In A Dream With Turquoise Walls There once was a dreamthe colour of Seychelles’ sea,the colour of originsand maternal longing,and there was a swanwho dreamt it saton a young woman’s breasts,thinking that with timethose soft eggs might hatchinto creamy white. Written for Sunday Muse #249. A.I. Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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5 March: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Captain Ahab It’s getting cold, and it’s raining again, and the one-legged pigeon is stood like a moody hiss on the gutter, staring in the frosty window at me as I crunch on toasted raisin bread. This bread’s been in the freezer for about a year, about the same time as when I named that…
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5 March: RDP “Intransitive”
It Is Raining She is an intransitive verb.No need for objects, orthings that have no face. She stands. A pathedged by stiffened trees.It is raining. The stream is rising.Swift. Churned clouded silt.Her dog jumps in. It’s gone. Some decisions are wrong,she tells herself. Her wordsdisappear below the water. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Intransitive”. AI Digital Artwork…
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4 March: March Visual Verse
Silk of a Thistle There’s no getting closerto it than breathing in itsfragmented scents. Food. It’s the weight of nostalgia.It’s the tangles, and voices,scars, and echoes of a feast. Life is thistle and silk, andthose grapes spread out likea galaxy, whilst the hungry fast out of necessity. Lobster on a plate. A crackedexoskeleton, and we…
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3 March: for RDP “Satyr”
A Modern Satyr Lust’s eternal reaper, hecuts a fine figure throughthe furrows of night, a prowler usingfog as his clarity.He walks the myth of biology and religion.A kiss of deceit. His feet,imprinted oddities of hooves that scrambleon sharp stones.It’s the sound of questions and intent.Silencecuts the fog with clarity. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Satyr”. AI Digital…
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3 March: Reworked Mezzaluna
A Mezza Luna My mezza luna, crescent moon. Up there, pronging errant clouds. Up there, where stars move heaven and earth. Cut and sliced, night’s fabric redressed. Full to blousy. Wax to wane. Sad and joyous, so pale and faint. Up there. Up there. We stare up. Up. ©Misky 2023 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter.
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1 March: for RDP Sunset
A Landscape An old shoebox filled with photographs, some black and white turning to sepia. But this colour print caught my attention. A tired looking man standing in a field, a long stick in hand, a dog by his leg, and very well trained that dog looks to be, black and white sheep peppering the…
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1 March: dVerse Mezzaluna
A Mezzaluna Haibun Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale…
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27 February: RDP – Radiate
In Us Bones of trees, we are bulbs of earth’s womb. Iced moon. Sun drifts. The child in us radiates poetic. Written for RDP Ragtag Daily Prompt: Radiate. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #RDP #amwriting @midjourney
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26 February: #RDP: Chain
Resinated on a thin gold chaindelicateand holdingthe silken shimmerof a butterflycaught within amber Written for RDP “chain”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #rdp #amwriting @midjourney
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