Category: AI Art
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19 February: An Old Horse Named Nana
An Old Horse Named Nana There was this big old horsethat lived out its final yearsin the pasture next to our house. When my boys were small they’dfeed the horse windfall applesfrom the orchard. Bucket loads. We couldn’t eat them all. Don’t know anyone who can eat a whole orchard full of apples. Anyway, we…
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18 February: Sunset the Colour of Soup
A Sunset the Colour of Soup A leafless wood, and clawing roots on the path Wind drives a slant of snow at us,whips around like sharp words,and our legs feel mortal and fitfulin this soulless winter of centuries, and he says, Look at those cows.They look half petrified. And I agree, it’s late, it’s dusk…
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17 February: RDP “Quest”
A Quest to M&S That sharp fuzzled jab in the cup,which was no chalice by any stretch,’twas likened unto a stag’s horn,or to be sprung upon by a spreading oak.I am wounded by an underwire.I am the Fisher King with a dagger in my breast. Tell me, Sir Perceval, seekerof the holey wonders, and wonderwear,let…
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17 February: Those Telltale Signs
Those Telltale Signs I glance over at him, a man of increasing years and greyness,his hair, his shirt, his trousers, his skin,folds like ditches on his earlobes. He bends over, one hand steadied on a shopping trolley,reading the Sell-By dates, and blocking my wayto the strawberries. I wait.I have more time than he does. AI…
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16 February: It’s Thursday
It’s Thursday We exist on Thursdaysalong with flies spinning aroundon their backs.They’ll eventually petrifylike a salted peanut. Yes I know there’s pee on the seat.and toothpaste on the mirror.The toothpaste is mine.I’ve no doubt,the pee is not. He sliced off a bit of his chin today.With his straight razor.Blood all over his undershirt.And I’ve no…
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15 February: Tristan and Iseult Found
Tristan and Iseult Love keeps me. We play with our eyes.All by heart. Some would rather believeit’s all about time. We wanted to.I wanted to. Love keeps me. Written for It’s All In The Title “Same Love”. AI Digital Artwork inspired by Richard Wagner’s Tristan and Iseult, created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter…
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15 February: for Twiglets #312
Nuts Nuts Nuts There’s a walnut treein a sunny corner of the garden. Its sap is rising to wakenew spears of leaf-like green. Squirrels chase up and downthe contours of winter, and within their chatter, I hearNuts. Nuts. Nuts. Written for Twiglets #312 “cracking walnuts” . AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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10 February: Too Early
Too Early First crocusas bright as a struck match,a blinded flamein the frost, and robbedof its thin white dress. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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14 February: for Twiglets #311
Mouse I see youthere, dipping and diving,rooting in bowls. A spoonful of dinner.Sugar on your lips.Crumbs on your fur. I hear yougnawing, you withthose black bean eyes. You, scurrying onthin silence. You, lurkingwhen I’m not looking. I see youlittle mouse, eyeing upthat glistening moon. Written for Twiglets #311 “Eyeing It” AI Digital Artwork is created…
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13 February: Dunes
Dune a broadloom of sandand tufts of grass that grip the dunes.the surface is absent of idyllic solitude.the sea air is windblown, turned and risen full volume.sand shifts, spills, and holds the shade of midday heatagainst our feet, and we have nothingplanned in mind. Written for RDP: “Sand”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery…
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