Tag: AI Digital Art
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30 July: The July Journal 18.7.23
18 July: Severe Heat Warning (130 words, -1 minute reading time) Cannes streets empty.Prismed heat and shards of sun. Power failures.No aircon.No hot water A cold shower is luxury. We left Cannes that afternoon,thinking north might be cooler.But it’s not. SatNav has heatstroke.Did 4 wrong turns.Put us on the tram tracks,and then in the bus…
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29 July: Smoke and Ash
29.07.23 A Duplex Form A Duplex Poem: Smoke and Ash Windows open. Breeze skimming through the house,a song on the radio, don’t know who’s singing it. Not knowing isn’t not caring. For instancemusic that fills me like this skimming breeze. Music that fills gaps between my heartbeat,that throb in my neck and ears. Or a…
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29 July: A Duplex Poem
190 words, 1 minute reading time The Man In The Waxed Brown Raincoat He is wearing a waxed brown raincoat,and carries a sword wielding its warnings. Warnings smoking across breaking waves,this dying season of ash, birds and bells. The sky is at war, ash and bells tollinglike a defiling serpent of fiery terror. Like some…
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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27 July: Climbing Frames
14 July: Climbing Frames Last day in Milan.It’s raining.He wants to go to the parkand doesn’t care if it’s wetting down. He’s a 3-year old pirate,standing on the top of the climbing frame,shouting over the shrillnessof cicadas. My son’s beautiful boy. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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26 July: dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
The Woman Who Lies with Rocks This woman is terrified of her own sanity.Some days, she thinks she looks likeChurchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,and passerbys will smile and think,There goes that lovely woman in pink. But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety. Sanity makes her…
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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22 July: The July Journal 10.7.23
10 July: We’re Off on a 3-week Driving Holiday from UK to Italy and Southern France. I.the last dream of the night,it’s a sparrow’s song,it’s a small flower,a sliver of sun shining across the floor.and I smell coffee. II.Your car’s lost its roof, says a small boy.Do you think it’s a fast car, asks his…
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9 July: Four Days Away
9 July (Home Again)moss is growing on the roof,my fingers are stainedwith the scent of berries,and the laundry is dryingoutside in the rain. 7 July (Traffic on the M4)The road is wetbut still warm to the core,a long-haul driver sitsdrowsy, tyres humming.The day strums andthe night’s dream-haunted,a vagrant’s song is in his head.And the road…
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3 July: A Found Poem Cut Up: Summer
Written for #Poeticformschallenge A Found Poem: Cut Up Summer’s to dance, to weave throughbranches brushed of silk, colonnade of old cutsin the air, like a breeze that leaves delicate sound, thatebbs and flows to my heartbeat, a touch of soft high-pitchedbreeze. Note: I think I prefer this version to the original. I’ve done a lot of…
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