Category: AI Art
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21 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
21 April page 81 Sap is not in furrowed bark, nor wing, nor claw, bloom or flock. You are not the veil in a mirror. You are the mirror. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of…
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20 April: NaPoWriMo
A (Prose) Poem Starting with a Line from Armageddon by T. Silverman Every time I see you, I ask if Bruce Willis is dead. For months, the days repeated and the windows were blank with winter, and then it was April – an eclipse, red-tint full moon from Sahara dust, and a devil-horned asteroid, and…
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20 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
20 April page 80.4-5 Rise dawn from the east. Lean from windows at sunrise. Spring is leaping into summer heat. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the…
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19 April: NaPoWriMo
A Blot Upon It All She calls me her blot. Her watermark. As if she’d looked directly into the sun, or a flashbulb had gone off in too close a proximity. Like January eyes – bokeh’d, fogged, a wet ache, foot-loose, if those eyes were feet. Forlorn perhaps, but not always, just as night can’t…
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19 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
19 April page 80.1-3 She, is the weaver of speech. She, shakes the earth with soft whispering that quivers a shadow. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from…
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18 April: NaPoWriMo
The Old Woman Who’s Not Whistler’s Mother She’s not Whistler’s mother,but if she were, she’d describeherself as the shape of cloudson the way to a different life. And she might suggest thatshe is a dinosaur … not plasticas that’s not been invented yet,who’s bored with herself. And that her cheeks, once pink,are now the colour…
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18 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
18 April page 79 The nightingale offends night stillness. The firefly, the stars. The flame, the smoke. The music, the harp. Be in the pleasure of flowers. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series…
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18 April: NaPoWriMo (17/4 prompt)
Duality’s Voice She is the morning,And the birds mistake her for it.But this worldIs an indifferent parentWithout a guiding heart. Life is an eddy. A swirl.One day her heart will forgetTo beat,But today she smiles and wonders,Who am I to feel so loved. Written for Miz Quickly’s 17 April prompt: Two poems with a title that…
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17 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
17 April page 78 It is a song, freedom from depth is height. It is fullness of heart. It is comfort and comforted, and the old remembered. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series…
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15 April: NaPoWriMo – Pizza
Of Myth and Mozzarella This great human reverence,that we will call a pizza,that scatters laureates’ wordsto spark and kindle flamesin overheated ovens. Stone-baked.Oregano perfumed,and for the love of basil,heavenly ripe tomatoes.In spite of ones hungry heart, I plead a thousand-foldfor a knife sharp enough toslice through this ecstasy.This angel gate.This ecliptic circle. FEED ME! Written…
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