Category: AI Art
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10 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
10 April page 70.3 Ebb your tide and flood, let laughter be in little things. 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 Gibran,…
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9 April: NaPoWriMo
The Breath of Ghosts She much prefers tulips. They aren’t like roses or peonies that shrivel to dust and become the breath of ghosts. Tulips don’t wilt. They just drop their petals. They are like corseted Victorian women. They faint. And she knows that the stars she sees are already dead – but that doesn’t…
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9 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
9 April page 70.2 With your hunger, your heart ceases to listen. There is no purpose. 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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8 April: NaPoWriMo
That Car Was God’s Triumph That’s what Dad always said.He loved his old Ford Victoria,though Lord knows why. The drivers door had a croaking creak,the floor puddled after a rain,and the brakes froze-up like a fridge. Remember how you fixed the fan beltwith bark from a twig? It was baroque black, fit for mourning.Shined as…
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8 April Found Poetry (Remixed)
8 April page 69 You lie in the dawning, in its shadow. I give you rhythm to sing, an ear to echo. It is science – of wings. 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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7 April: NaPoWriMo
A Double Fibonacci Sequence Poem Nature likes to hide itself. ~ Heraclitus Italladds upSubtract rainand chill of winterand add spring’s flush of white blossomedblackthorn, and then add the warming earth plus fiddleheads addredfor loveof tulip’sto the wanton witof squirrels, and birds making nestsand then watch the hungry caterpillars multiply. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day7 “Epigraphical” as a…
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7 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
7 April page 68.3 Truth walks all paths, upon a line, thin as a reed, petals countless upon a path to unfold. 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…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo
The Man Who Made Besoms I know a man, although I don’t think you ever know a man like him, who lived in a boathouse on the lake. He was stick-willow thin, hair wild and the colour of fire, he loved walking in razor-blade-like-rain. Had a beard the colour of grey mould. He spent his…
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6 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
6 April page 68.2 Your wellspring rises to the sea into the depths of your eyes. Like the sea, it is measureless. 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…
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5 April: NaPoWriMo
My Sister Doesn’t Write Poems When we were small, we shared the same bed. Grew up watching silver trout in the stream behind the house. Played with bubbles in the sunshine. Bound ourselves to wishes and love and each other. And she’d say things like harvesting a field of wheat just leaves a starving pattern,…
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