Tag: AI Art
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17 March: Navigating Blue for FOWC
Navigating Blue This will not stop this roll and pitch brave and blow. The air is a gust of birds scattered like handfuls of flowers. Muzzle your ears. From the roar. The howling blow. Close your eyes and relinquish your skin to navigating blue. Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge. AI Digital Artwork is created using…
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15 March: dVerse Places
The Coast That sound from the lighthouse,a primitive one-string cello,bent low and playing to the fog.The waves, whose chorusdissolves back into the sea. I was raised by the sea, lived andbreathed by its sound and scent. Rocked to sleep in a metal dingywith a big black Mercury engine.That engine, diesel fumedand bluing the air —…
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12 March: Her Shadows
HER SHADOWS His mother leaned overto give him a kiss, her lipsthe colour of ruby jewellery.He ducked, luckily missed her red smear across his face.She had this marvellous way of leaving a room. Her intensesummer perfume hangingpregnant and pretty in the air.Fading like a photo. A shiver.And he remembers two menwearing tang-colour uniforms, they carried…
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8 March: for RDP’s Apricity
The Heat and Freeze of It You know, like apricity,that feeling when the sunbores deep into your skin, like that stinging when yourbrain’s in paradoxical cold.Is it hot or cold; don’t know. And he says, Yes, what about it. Well this feels just like that,all stinging, I say, brushingsnowflakes from my eyelashes. Written for Ragtag Daily…
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1 March: for RDP Sunset
A Landscape An old shoebox filled with photographs, some black and white turning to sepia. But this colour print caught my attention. A tired looking man standing in a field, a long stick in hand, a dog by his leg, and very well trained that dog looks to be, black and white sheep peppering the…
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22 January: A Belligerence
A Belligerence What is it, thiscatch in my eye, thatblack ozonal identity.A fleeting shadowreflecting on the sky. What is it that offends my eye, what electrical impulse,what psychic uprooting.What phantom illnessbrewed this broken wisdom. War is a suicide foundry,a belligerence. A road to hell. written for Linda’s JusJoJan Day 20 “Phantom”. AI Digital Art is mine…
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17 January: Returned Home
Winter’s Iron Maiden A return home to ice, sleet, and snow. Shoes squeak, breath folds and gasps. How still the air. The winter sky presses us under its iron maiden. Written for Twiglets “Returned Home”.
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11 January: A Triolet Poem
The Night Life streetlights over the leaves shining on the gum wrappers, and scurrying rats with fleas. streetlights over the leaves, hoodies, knives, and thieves, nothing in this life matters. streetlights over the leaves shining on the gum wrappers. Poem form (click link for poetic constraints): Triolet. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s…
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