Tag: AI Digital Art
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8 April: NaPoWriMo
That Car Was God’s Triumph That’s what Dad always said.He loved his old Ford Victoria,though Lord knows why. The drivers door had a croaking creak,the floor puddled after a rain,and the brakes froze-up like a fridge. Remember how you fixed the fan beltwith bark from a twig? It was baroque black, fit for mourning.Shined as…
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7 April: NaPoWriMo
A Double Fibonacci Sequence Poem Nature likes to hide itself. ~ Heraclitus Italladds upSubtract rainand chill of winterand add spring’s flush of white blossomedblackthorn, and then add the warming earth plus fiddleheads addredfor loveof tulip’sto the wanton witof squirrels, and birds making nestsand then watch the hungry caterpillars multiply. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day7 “Epigraphical” as a…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo
The Man Who Made Besoms I know a man, although I don’t think you ever know a man like him, who lived in a boathouse on the lake. He was stick-willow thin, hair wild and the colour of fire, he loved walking in razor-blade-like-rain. Had a beard the colour of grey mould. He spent his…
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5 April: NaPoWriMo
My Sister Doesn’t Write Poems When we were small, we shared the same bed. Grew up watching silver trout in the stream behind the house. Played with bubbles in the sunshine. Bound ourselves to wishes and love and each other. And she’d say things like harvesting a field of wheat just leaves a starving pattern,…
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4 April: NaPoWriMo “titles”
A Low Bench View How the massive and age-old chalk Breaks the sea’s penetrating rake Of this sceptre and emerald isle. How the light from winter’s lazy sun Pricks and twirls the water’s skin Where a churchyard edges our abyss. How its colours are spinning vertigo Of yellow, blue, white sand and pebbles. How time…
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3 April: NaPoWriMo “Doors”
The Sunny Side of the Door I’ve never dreamt of eating dusty bread, nor have I watched a field of red wheat grow. I’ve never wanted to be a man, even though I think women are beautiful. I’ve watched February snow as it melts into the black sound of rushing water. I’ve heard blackbirds sing,…
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3 April: Part 3 – The Colour of Walls
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s ResponsePart 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintPart 3: The Colour of Walls When you’re in the middle of a street you…
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2 April: NaPoWriMo “twos”
Ne’er the Two Shall Meet These trees are wired for applauseWired for flute-ish duets for sprites. Iridescent Yellow-beak blackbirds on a branch,Straight and still as black Obsidian worry beads. Mistletoe and ivy drapes on your wrist,As blackbirds sing to their crone. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 2 prompt and NaPoWriMo 2024, which is beyond an easy explanation…
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1 April 24: NaPoWriMo “wet feet”
Her Wet Feet It’s late.It’s early.It’s the short season. Grey mirrored sky. Spring’swind and rain,snowdrops between rising grass through moss,pine needles,and brittle leaf mould. Fading daffodilsworms squirming underground,first bumbling bees in a tulip’s throat winter’s death proclaimed.First spring forest walka look at what’s outside. Wet Feet,cuffs flecked with mud,and down I go. Leather shoes slipinto…
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31 March: 3 Lines for TLT
Between the top step of the porchAnd homeIs a door that needs a key. Written for TLT Ink In Thirds (3 lines max 10 words per line, refer to prompt word but don’t include it) prompt word “space”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images…
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