Tag: AI Art
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5.12: Journal of Thoughts
A Passing Storm Wild, breathless, untamed. Lightning is a beasttorn loose from sky,its white-hot snarlsplitting the nightwide open. She steps into it.Laughing. Almost —as rain claws at skin,as wind pulls at herlike something thatrecognisesits own. Reclaims. The earth trembles,and so does she. This is the momentshe was made for. Raw, electric, untranslated. And when thunder…
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14 May: Journal of Thoughts
While Lightning Took Apart the Sky While lightning took apart the sky,and rain fell in muddy lustre—morning arrived. Pockets of light and clouds splitting their seams open, and even crows paused their voices,stuffed with static and an aftertaste of storm. I set the table—knives and forks,and plates with edges to the horizon—and tea and toast…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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27 Oct: Channelling Goya
Channelling Goya’s Pinturas Negras He’s in an abyss only knownin a poet’s dream of eternal foreboding.He stands before a wallin his common guise,straight as a sentinel corn in a field.And he paintsstrokes of thunder’s crash, a shroud of twilight’s black dim around moonlight’s rim.It’s a secret memoryof darkness loyal to the moon,of returning roads and…
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17 June: A Cadralor: An Imperfect Calm
A Cadralor Poem: An Imperfect Calm I.Clouds rush by as if traveling life’s long road, and I’m glad of sapphire sky that’s breathless as runners in their race. II.Your eyes are the quiet darkness of sky, only the sharp glare of midday is strong enough to make me look away. III.Somewhere in a field a…
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2 June: Day 1 #theWildness
Day 1. Sounds when you step outside A Touch Of Earthiness A colonnade of old oak treesIts leaves delicate on a breeze.It cuts the air Like a brush of silkSoftHigh-pitched. To dance to,To weaveThrough branches, A sound to ebbAnd flowWith my heartbeat. Written for The Wildness (#thewildness) 30-day challenge: Day 1 – describe what you hear…
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17 May: A.I. Skulduggery
He looked in the mirror,which confirmed it too clearly, Tides do what tides do – they turn.* *paraphrased: ~ Skulduggery Pleasant/ Derek Landy AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023. For Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday and Fandango’s FOWC Skulduggery.
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7 May: For #SOC Childhood’s Song (revised)
The Ants Go Marching One by One The morning after the night thatDad got up in the middle of the nightto piddle in an empty Heinz beans tin, obviously, away from our new tent that he’d bought it at discount price becauseit was missing a support pole and pegs,but never mind about that because Dad…
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9 April: Ragtag Daily Prompt “Bury”
Buried a grey squirrel races down the old oak, marks the bark with its iron claws, chases along the fence, untroubled across the slats, not a moment hesitation, no second thoughts, no tail flash in exclamation, and it disappears into the womb of the laurel, where this squirrel keeps its dregs and stash. For Ragtag Daily…
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24 March: A Fibonacci Poem
A Vivid Urge Ihavean urgeto fill myeyes with vivid spring,although my mind’s March hare madness. A Fibonacci sequence poem is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. Written and created for Ragtag Daily Prompt (Vivid) and Fandango’s One Word Challenge (Urge). AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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