Category: AI Art
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17 December: Found Poetry
Small Blessings For insomnia,don’t think of sleep. Get up.Walk around. Eat.Drink.In secretbreak 3 dishes, and be thankfulyou have more. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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16 December: Found Poetry
Clouded And so it started.A little cloud grewDarker and darker. Until it rained buckets. Buckets, I say,From one small cloudcan come a storm. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First…
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15 December: Found Poetry
Flight Words fell silent.Perfect.No words at all. I take to wingsand fly imperfectwith stars. I am filledwith intensity. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN…
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14 December: Found Poetry
Simply I prefer silence.Gentle.Humble. Listen to my heart. No wordswere neededbut simple and true. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation…
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13 December: Found Poetry
Aware It’s not simple,awareness. It’s not an easysensation to open onesheart like a book, therein the fallennature of leaves. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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13 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
My gran had a small farm with a garden, small enough to keep a winter pantry supplied, large enough to keep her friends alive, and she had 2 goats, unnamed because as she put it, Would you name a rug or a chair – Well, no, so why would I name a goat – to…
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12 December: Found Poetry
Drawing Down She was soft hearted.An open joy. Calm at the drawingdown of time, and at this time,she was a flood. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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11 December: Waiting for a Storm
Waiting for a Storm The morning beckons,it’s a crow’s call, or a hypnotic knock of wavesagainst a boat’s hull …and on the next webbed secondI am sleeping again. Seagulls are chasedfrom the coast by this storm, tossed on whitecaps.They perch in winged treesexcept for a heron watching crayfish scuttlein disguise under the colour of mud.…
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11 December: Found Poetry
It Is Whole scenes are painted,people look at thembut none know how. The lessons.The methods.Love. It isa mystery of the heart,not the mind. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First…
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10 December: Found Poetry
Unswayed He who is thick-skinnedwill not be moved. He is a strangerplunged into darkness. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation…
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