Category: AI Art
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8 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Frustration Of … Silencestretched into great intensity.Strugglesthat should be peace.Independenceoften mistaken for chaos.Laughterat another’s person expense. Every year, same date, I sing him the same song, the high notes crack and creak like the 3rd step from the top of the stairs. My eyes laugh, and then my voice, too – I start over again…
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7.11 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Aftermath: The New World (two Tankas 5.7.5.7.7) Peace was sent to greetthe sound rising out of sea.Raven’s thunder rolledup from serpents, while its reinsechoed full and loud. Behold the bright stars. Behold New Earth that’s rising.The sun’s daughter ridesnew sky’s roads into oldheaven’s hall and gold pieces. This is the continuation of the series of…
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6 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Advice … said the old woman, If you go far, be sureto find your way, you who dream, tell meyour story.Life’s heavy load wasn’t always so. Giveme wise words that I can eat and a shininglantern to findmy way. Age lays me deep and low. I want lightthat I know – the dead never leave…
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6 Nov: dVerse Prosery
Paper Trail Somewhere out of the ninth month, midnight came on me suddenly as the first of January. I had lost three months to emails and copious (mostly illegible) notes of maybe-there’s-a-poem-in-this, and to-do/shopping lists, blog comments wanting attention, dozens of daily mail shots from the postman for funeral homes, assisted living, stair lifts, vitamins…
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6 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Love Is and Is Not Love Is … a weather beatencottage on a shingle beach that growsout of chalk cliffs, its back bent andits facade the colourof grey pearls. A small fearless cottage,courageous and resilient in the face ofsalty sea. Love Is … not hate,nor scorn. Love’s opposite is indifference.It is a lack of sound.…
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6 Nov A Six: A Veil of Single Malt Whisky
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintA Six Sentence Story: Part 36 Under a Veil of Single Malt Whisky Pierre’s getting right up my nose lately; he and the scent of linseed oil are wedged in my sinuses … (it’s like pine trees damp with rain; it’s a scent you never…
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5 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Nerves … dance,like the brilliance of an opalin a sunset-coloured cloud, or a phoenixwaiting out a hundred years,knowing but one existence. And when I can’tsee your face, I’ll trace your lipswith moon-winking eyes and taste the energyin your storm, like a cymbal’scathartic release, scrawling the skylike magic glass. And whenmy soul is too heavy from…
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4 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Corresponding … with winter’s crone, a solitarywoman – from inkshe’s come with forest trophies and beads, silver for ceremoniesshe weaves. And deep in her forest she writeson curled birch bark.Words like fish that swim clear and bright, letterson curls of white to her love so dear. And as she sits on a rug of moss,she…
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3 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Disguised … by this house of fallen leavesfrom sentinel oak and black elm limbs,a winter’s war with a half-quenched green floor.Grave, this twilight in secret wood,this grey insight that murmurs over brook and field.This winter’s disguise of soft frost,porphyry and poetry. Written for PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 2 with Prompt: DisguiseSome artwork is created using…
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2 Nov: dVerse Promises
Promise I look at youth,filled with future and certain-truth.Half-doubting that lifeis passing away. So many things of ecstasy.The promise of a kiss.A smile.A breeze against one’s skin.A falling star. A question that never askswhat we are is what we were. Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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