Tag: A.I. art
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16.03: Journal of Thoughts
My Chrysalism I found the first book I ever read in a wilted cardboard box in the loft—a story about a mischievous little girl who lived in an orphanage in Paris, though the orphanage turned out to be a boarding school, which, to a five-year-old, felt much the same. As I opened it (the spine…
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2 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.7
Speak theeIn the Circle of Wise. Sér alla vesá Sér alla vesá No notesNo tidingsNor be of wit Know all that answersAre mute of words. We speak Sér alla vesá. Sér alla vesá. The Weavers Sit in the Circle of Wise. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from The Elder…
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17 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O in the One that Got Away As deep as mossthat holds footprintsthere beside the creek beyond the glint of sunwas the trout that Dadwas never able to catch Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned.…
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10 March: for RDP Timorous
First Crocus of Spring Year on year, you reappear.Timid rebirth.Timorously waiting through winter’s greyscape.And then suddenly,first fragile beauty to bloom.A crocus, golden eye of colourrising fearless. Petals open. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt. The word for today is “timorous.” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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6 March: For Sunday Muse
In A Dream With Turquoise Walls There once was a dreamthe colour of Seychelles’ sea,the colour of originsand maternal longing,and there was a swanwho dreamt it saton a young woman’s breasts,thinking that with timethose soft eggs might hatchinto creamy white. Written for Sunday Muse #249. A.I. Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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27 February: RDP – Radiate
In Us Bones of trees, we are bulbs of earth’s womb. Iced moon. Sun drifts. The child in us radiates poetic. Written for RDP Ragtag Daily Prompt: Radiate. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #RDP #amwriting @midjourney
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17 February: RDP “Quest”
A Quest to M&S That sharp fuzzled jab in the cup,which was no chalice by any stretch,’twas likened unto a stag’s horn,or to be sprung upon by a spreading oak.I am wounded by an underwire.I am the Fisher King with a dagger in my breast. Tell me, Sir Perceval, seekerof the holey wonders, and wonderwear,let…
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14 February: for Twiglets #311
Mouse I see youthere, dipping and diving,rooting in bowls. A spoonful of dinner.Sugar on your lips.Crumbs on your fur. I hear yougnawing, you withthose black bean eyes. You, scurrying onthin silence. You, lurkingwhen I’m not looking. I see youlittle mouse, eyeing upthat glistening moon. Written for Twiglets #311 “Eyeing It” AI Digital Artwork is created…
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27 January: Fallen
Fallen He’s unbalanced by gravity, plummets like currency. Tumbles on the trail and then disappears from view. There’s a bolt of noise through his head, and he looks around – a slow forest of ebony, trees of speech, lanky, a green canopy of limbs. The ground is thick, muddy, and bitter, and his eyes are…
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