Tag: AI Digital Art
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18 April: NaPoWriMo
The Old Woman Who’s Not Whistler’s Mother She’s not Whistler’s mother,but if she were, she’d describeherself as the shape of cloudson the way to a different life. And she might suggest thatshe is a dinosaur … not plasticas that’s not been invented yet,who’s bored with herself. And that her cheeks, once pink,are now the colour…
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18 April: NaPoWriMo (17/4 prompt)
Duality’s Voice She is the morning,And the birds mistake her for it.But this worldIs an indifferent parentWithout a guiding heart. Life is an eddy. A swirl.One day her heart will forgetTo beat,But today she smiles and wonders,Who am I to feel so loved. Written for Miz Quickly’s 17 April prompt: Two poems with a title that…
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15 April: NaPoWriMo – Pizza
Of Myth and Mozzarella This great human reverence,that we will call a pizza,that scatters laureates’ wordsto spark and kindle flamesin overheated ovens. Stone-baked.Oregano perfumed,and for the love of basil,heavenly ripe tomatoes.In spite of ones hungry heart, I plead a thousand-foldfor a knife sharp enough toslice through this ecstasy.This angel gate.This ecliptic circle. FEED ME! Written…
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16 April: NaPoWriMo
Quietness Why not always.I will be the calmness of the sea, where I will unravel your knots.I will be the daughter of high tide, and you will be my window. Why not always,for your wading and for your washing. Why not alwaysbe in my high waters running deep, and rebel wild. Why not alwaysin a…
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16 April: A Six – Part: 5 Out of the Frying Pan
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power At an Intersection Named…
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14 April: NaPoWriMo
It’s All in the Delivery Dead centre in the middle of the intersection at Rue Norvins and Place de Tertre, a delivery van stops. The driver takes no notice of the traffic queueing ahead or behind him, the hysteria, the ear-pinpricking gibberish, the honking horns and shaking fists. He unloads 3 cases of wine and…
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13 April: NaPoWriMo
A friend said to me this morning, Go out for lunch – somewhere with wood and leather … and something else that I can’t remember because I was suddenly drowning in the scent of wood and leather. And I replied with something about a leather jacket and a lumber yard and a packed lunch, but…
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12 April: NaPoWriMo (revised)
On the Ridge Overlooking Burling Gap To be haunted by little things.A pale shade of sun as itpricks forgotten grass,cowslip,yellow blossoming weeds.The stir of sheep bellsand lambs hushed againstan old stone wall.Violet dusk.Drifting cloud.Bald hills,and shadows from fog.Sometimes I could weep, but I don’t. But I don’t weep, I could sometimes.Shadows from fog.Bald hills.Drifting cloud.Violet…
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11 April: NaPoWriMo and 3 Line Poetry
I. for Miz Quickly’s prompt “Lost or Found” Somewhere out there in the spiral twist of ivy growth, red cyclamen, and sunlight, and a moon that never changes its allegiance, is my favourite coffee mug, left and lost to loneliness and longing, as if its last word spoken was Lost. II. for Grace Black’s Ink in Thirds #TLT Three…
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10 April: NaPoWriMo – Blitz Poem
Inside a Whisper (a 50-line Blitz Poem) Every journey ends inside my eyesEvery story from me is alive insideInside, I’ve named every treeInside is the depth of one word sentencesSentences long as weeksSentences too full of wordsWords dark as sufferingWords for a tulip without its petalsPetals white as saltPetals red as a pepperPepper will float…
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