Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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2 July: A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem: Time and Tea I.Seems like just yesterdayI was wearing a woollen hat and long coat,I was hunched over a snow shovel,my grey hair, like tassels flying about,my surrender flags of whiteness. II.Summer is channelling air,warmth even in darkness,baby birds playing gramophones, sound waves,cleft mouths open and waitingfor their mothers, as soft as…
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1 July: The Long Way Round
Queue Jumping We’re driving home, the rain is biblical, lashing down. The street seems slicked with resin, and we sit in a queue of cars, red taillights blurring as the wipers squeak across the windscreen. “At least we don’t have to worry about the hosepipe ban,” I say, “this rain will wash the car, and…
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30 June: Flash Fiction – Eternity of Green
Day 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. An Eternity of Green In the depths of the forest, where ribbons of pale sunlight tease out shadows, enchantment lives. Tree roots are chiselled, emerald mist floats luminescent, insects fly in trails of stardust singing in notes to please the…
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29 June: Morning Grass
Day 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. Morning Grass I’m a long shadow on morning,staring at the moon tiptoeingcool as a blossom underwater. Here I’ll stay in gleaming grass,in your womb of dew-drip moss,your green abyss and pastures. Morning grass, a chalice of dew,credo to a song that rakesat my…
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