Category: AI Art
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25 February: for RDP “Risqué”
In an Eye’s Wink Life holds frail threads here,hidden dust and baroque airs,and she struts across the stage,this mistress of rubble worlds.Her head’s blurred air, her sirensongs unleashes on crowds.They hold their cacophoniesunder breath. And this placewill fall like a house of cards. Written for RDP “Risqué“. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and…
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24 February: dVerse Quadrille #170
In Tune Did you hear musicon the edge of wind? When it whistledthrough stiffened twigs.When it thumped andbumped, and drummedan ache into your heart.When it chiseled throughice and made you shiver. Did you hear the musicdeep inside you? Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #170 “music”. Quadrille is 44-words sans title. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney.…
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23 February: Nest – A Cinquain
Nest – A.I. Cinquain with A.I. Artwork Nested twigs. Winter’s damp chill weave. A peregrine’s cup. dVerse Poets wanted A.I. poetry, but most attempts were stilted and unsatisfactory. Poem Generator UK offered something I could work with. It required considerable tweaking though before it hung together sensibly. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023…
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23 February: for dVerse Poets
First kiss. At 10, I suppose. His name. Craig. His father made dentures for a living. Craig gave me a ring, the colour of healthy gums. The engagement was short-lived. He kissed me. Slid his hand over my stomach. Then upward. So I punched him. In the nose. And I kept the ring. Written for dVerse…
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23 February: Ekphrastic – Imagine a Fly
Imagine a Fly Imagine never listening to Bach, never noticing a rainbow or looking for its pot of gold, never feeling drunk whilst looking at the stars, or knowing a spider’s laugh as you’re caught up in its web. An Ekphrastic poem written for Petite Pen, 35 words and RDP “Complicated” Image by Zdzistaw Beksinski.…
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23 February: RDP “Delete”
Delete Me Delete me, I say,from your call list.I don’t need an extended warranty.I don’t need a wheelchair.I don’t need purified air.I don’t need a new driveway,new windows, or insulation.I don’t need a plot, you silly lot, andI don’t appreciate your insinuation.I don’t want my trees trimmed.I don’t have scuffed alloy rims.I don’t want you…
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22 February: for FOWC – Home
Under Red Roof Tiles The roof has red tiles.They’d be happier bakingin sun, Spain or Morocco,but instead they’re herein February. Mist and cold. The doors are white woodwith brass knobs, bevelledglass. The floor waxed pine.Apple trees, bare right now.Plums, not one fruit last year. This is my house. My home,although a home is anywhere.But it…
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22 February: It’s Proverbial
It’s Proverbial Time decides what’s short, what’s long. When my mother passed, her time was a thin river. There was no trembling. No transient sigh. She is a ghost of a smile now. Her words drops of light, happy as the moon, and before my very eyes the windows fogged. Fall seven times, rise up…
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21 February: RDP “Spellbound”
I. Spellbound We three dragonssqueezing warmthout of stones drunk on sunspellbound to heat asour skin drags along our bones.We three dragons,a trick of the light. II. Spellbound Eyes flit. Tails flick.Toe of lizard and tongueof dog. Owl wings and violet palms. Spell-bound double double,we be toil and trouble. written for RDP “spellbound” and Twiglets “Trick of…
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21 February: RDP – Twilight
The It of It All She wants to be Mary Oliver, or Count Tolstoy, but that creates all sorts of pronoun issues she can’t understand. So she sits on the balcony, and takes in views of town, its white-limed houses with low roofs, and rose gardens. She thinks of having a smoke, forgetting she quit…
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