Category: AI Art
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28 May: Ragtag Daily 26-27.05
I. Broken I talk to drought beaten plants that disappear before my eyes, driven by no road to their end. Bees are already a memory. Wind cutting like broken glass. And I don’t know what dead land this is. Written for ragtag daily prompt on 26.05.23 “driven” II. Tea Dried and sun-crisp parched, a silver spoon ringing against fragile china clay. Scented like a head full…
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27 May: Saturday Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness Behind A Poet’s Window Standing at the kitchen sink. Behind a window with blinds. I feel a bit camouflaged. A bit aloof. The view is timeless. Nothing much changes around here, except that the neighbour’s boxwood plant is dying. It’s going bald like Stanley Tucci. I wouldn’t mind Tucci cooking a…
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26 May: for 26.05 Unicorn Challenge
A Spar and Rigging Some days he wanted to stay. Other days he just stared at the bridge. Portree could do that to you. Summer turned it oddly condensed with holidaymakers. They filled every table and every bed. July. August. Like a restless meridian. He compared it to living underwater. An aquarium. And God disowned…
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26 May: dVerse Quatern
And Once Again It’s … spring-kissed hills of old perfume, mysongster heart’s light as sky’s own blue.Long whisper tunes through cedar trees,Midas torches our sunset dreams. We stood, painting the vales ofspring-kissed hills, of old perfume, myred rose, sweet rose, my deep red loveof vivid green through shining rain. See the horseman without a horse,the…
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24 May: dVerse Painting
To Be A Wolf To be a wolfLying lean and lock-heartedA blunt scythe that will abandon the moon To be a prowling smileA crescendo’s fangA voice that creases and folds UnapologeticUnamendedUntraceably dry To be a wolf, lost as any whistleTo be a wolf who’ll just slip away Poem inspired by dVerse Poets “Portrait…
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23 May: dVerse Haibun Memories
Nap Time My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without…
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22 May: FOWC Lively
Lavender Literally Ringing in Their Ears More livelythan I amat this hour. Morning windowpaneslight up.Glass clear. Beesnoisy as a main street. Dancingbetween petals,between 4 spot weaver spiders. Their cellophanewings tremble,their banded thoraxhummingsomething literal. Words: 59. Fandango’s One Word Challenge #FOWC “Lively.” AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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21 May: SOCS – A Cadralor Poem
To Gordes, France: A Cadralor Poem I.Listen, and you’ll hear the chiselled skinof buildings. Tight as a drum. Pick upa stick, and beat out a long ago rhythm. II.Listen to moonlight, it’s silver to dream.Meadows of sky stirred by a stick. Thoseold things, those wild things on the move. III.Listen to the slow lines of…
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20 May: for Unicorn Challenge
Pier’s End A boy jumps into briny fumesat the end of the pier, pastthe old Brighton Rock shop, where dissolved sea saltis a hollow sound of wind,and where calliope tunes and foammix with past tideson the pebble beach, and seagulls juggle the air. Written for Unicorn Challenge . This took on a direction of its own liking.…
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19 May: AI Art for 3 Word Prompt
Created for 3 Word Prompt on Twitter. AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery ©Misky 2023.
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