Tag: AI Digital Art
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11 May: On the Edge of Clouds
On the Edge of Clouds It’s still the wild west out here,a flood of sins and nature’s laws.The sky is blue as the deep sea,the landscape’s prairie-blond,and straight as a bridge span. It’s as if you could sing out, andbe heard at the edge of clouds. Heard a dog down by the river again,… although…
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5 May: A Mouse’s Dream Diary
An Entry from a Mouse’s Dream Diary So it’s true. Mice do dream. Of drowning. A drowning dream. This is the season of water. Of fractious storms and troubled air. I run along the floor, pressing close to the skirting boards and wall. Avoiding wires and cords and shoes, baskets, books and magazines. Slipping under…
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4 May: A Cadralor Poem
A Few Thoughts After Lunch 1.There’s a bird by his foot. It doesn’t fly.It’s not asleep, and it doesn’t move.It waits for him to turn the soil,so it can peck at what’s trapped beneath. 2.The air is still as grey. Grey is never noticed.Invisible. Unseen as the back of a page.I remember the Grey Man.…
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12 April: dVerse Prosery
“The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” ~ from “Winged Words”, Valsa George You should’ve told me. Your first daughter. Eldest. The one you told, Watch over your little sister. You should’ve told me that you were dying. You should’ve known that I was not a fragile flower. My petals don’t fall…
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10 April: A Sea Shanty
A Sea Shanty (tune: What’ll We Do with a Drunken Sailor) To sea to see, today we’re goingMisty spray off the bow is blowingHeadlong in a wind, we’re knowingFish are few today Way hey and up we’re ridingSay hey and down we’re divingMake way our nets are flyingFish are few today. Written for NaPoWriMo Day…
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7 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 7
On the Kitchen Windowsill There’s a finger-length silver shoe with a notch, it’s an ashtray but never used as such, and next to it a small terra cotta chicken with a wooden spoon protruding from the back of its neck, for salsa I’m told, bought it in Cartagena on a hot day after a miserable…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 6
A Spoonful of Urban White In the echoes of distance, all there, gathered in this milky night, were destined to sombre lament. Their footsteps, a river of invadingsecrets flooding these gritty streets,and dazzled by night’s watery lights. And the milky moon, sharp as a knifebroke through clouds, and thenfaded back into echoes again. A poem…
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1 April: AprPAD and FOWC
A Foolish Limerick There once was a frog from PeruWho loved to sleep in a shoeHe wore a felt hatAnd beeped like a batAnd said, “I’m related to an emu!” Written for FOWC and PA “A Foolish Poem”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #AprPAD #FOWC #amwriting @midjourney
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29 March: for RDP “Consequences”
The Consequence of Sleeplessness 1:00am I wake up; my brain is writing poetry. Recite it three times, I tell myself, and then it’ll stick when you wake up. I fall asleep mid-sentence. 2:30am I’m always surprised how cold the bathroom floor is in the middle of the night. A cold floor cures a cramp in…
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15 March: a Ragtag’s Imprecation
Spellbound White feather on her pillow,between her fingersgently grasped. Downy. White. It’s fragile flight.Tucked up betweenpages in a book. It’s an imprecation, to keep herfrom flying away at night. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “imprecation”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #RDP @midjourney
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