Tag: AI Digital Art
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15 May: Dryad
Dryad in falling green forestsin mysteries of chiseled mistyou’re a leafy nymph, a dynasty within stars,proclaimed as Young One you played in sunand joyous grass firm faith in this place of treeseternity of wind, and propheciesof green shadow shapes. Written for my friend De’s dVerse #201 Quadrille (44 words sans title, including the word “place”)Some artwork is…
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14 May: A Downward Song
A Downward Song The downward wing of a dove,strange but not so strange what brings you here. Whose voice is sweetas rose and myrtle, andwhose spirit stills a forest. Are you to be gone from us,tender dove, into those silent ways. Of leaf on leaf, bright rain of nightto possess your gentle breath. May your…
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14 May: A Six – Part 9: Before When
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #9 Before When “I have no idea what you’re talking about most of the time, Brigid,” says Pierre. We’re sitting on the floor, our aching backs resting against the wall, knees disengaged and unlocked, muscles stretched, and so I empty the…
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13 May: Every Journey Is a Story
Every Journey Is a Story Every journey is a story,and I say, You’re those fieldsof yellow mustard blossoms,but no matter where we are,you always say that I’m a tree. Every time just like the last,the years blur into the present,and I say I’ve always been this age,you laugh, say I wasn’t born withall that white…
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12 May: Ritual
Ritual She tilts like a star leaning against her hip, slips into that dark galaxy void, where her eyes are gentle on her restless soul. And waves surge marble-hard, a chance to break against her thighs like flexing muscle fans. Her pulse quickens as she chants rituals in her own flickering light. I am 90%…
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12 May: To Grow A Thought
To Grow a Thought The sun shines into tucks of towels.It’s a scent of heatthat grazes the skin.The scent of sunbathers in burnt colours.Shades of cardinal-scarletstretched in lines at the white duskof morning. The air shatters with thunder.Half the sky is alivewith rain brushing clouds,while couples in lateness of lifechatter and buzzlike bees undeterred.And in…
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8 May: A Six – Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 8 Starlight Shines on the Roof By which I mean Nyx is scratching shadows and filling the street named after a saint with decomposing light. Tedium … when I peel potatoes, my mind wanders – and she didn’t ask Hades’ permission,…
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29 April: A Six – Part 7: A Moon River
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7 A Moon River Guitar slung across her back, Melody Gardot sits on a tall wooden stool with a red vinyl naugahyde seat that makes a squish and pluck sound when her thighs move …it’s all music, and her voice is…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
An Attempt at the Bright Side Liver. Ermmmmmm. Liver (shivering) with fried onions I love onions, unfortunatelyThis is supposed to be about liver, not onions. I know … Liver is best Kept inside a cow. Or a pig This photo was taken at Tablehurst Farm in Forest Row, Sussex. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024. Written…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
A Poem Lacking A Title & Direction There was a dog the colour of old lace, eyes of onyx, always napping under the jasmine, loved chasing a ball, and puzzled over the shape of earth.He told everyone he might be a Time Lord. And there was a seagull icy white as phlox, whose wings were…
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