Category: AI Art
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29 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
29 March/24 This hand is a weaver of black thread and white. It is a whole cloth to its roots, and to its silent heart hold the hands of earth. 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…
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28 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
28 March/24 You fall against a stumbling stone, it’s a stumbling word that robs your heart. 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 book The Prophet, Khalil…
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27 March: Part 2 – The Measure of Her
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power At the Intersection of…
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27 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
27 March It is a shapeless sleep, a loose string of a lyre, a mist, or silent knowledge of a tree. It is a search for awakening. 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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26 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
26 March/24 The singers and dancers and flute players and gatherers of dreams shall sleep peacefully and wander the wind’s path. 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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25 March: Grounded in Green
Grounded in Green By the old wooden footbridge is a creek that stays, most the year, racing into depths that calm its song. Through interwoven limbs of leafy oak and shade,there where I’ve whiled away my age into its past. From spring through autumn, I’m grounded at lastin greenery’s retreat, of quiet I’ve needed for…
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25 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
25 March/24 I.Fill your hands of earth and dance. Be in love with the sea and fields. II.Be brothers to the sea when you cast your net. 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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24 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
24 March page 45.1 It is the north wind. A north sinew. Earth delights in your bare feet, and wind plays in your hand and laughs. 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…
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23 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
23 March page 45.1 You seek freedom in a chain when you could greet the sun and wind on your skin, and breath in the hand of life. 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…
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22 March: Found Poetry (Remixed)
22 March pg 43.1 You are restless as an anchor, or a wounded eye. Strike down walls made for the living. Put your door and windows in morning song, not the silence of night. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use.…
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