Tag: AI Digital Art
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11 June: They is They are (#rdp)
They Is and They Are She was given the wrong name tag, and for the rest of the evening, everyone called her Jake. Written for Sunday’s Ragtag Daily Prompt “label”, gender-fluid and non-binary gender labels. Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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11 June: Sunday’s Soapbox #thewildness
Day 11. Write an essay on the importance of protecting local wildlife habitats. Sunday’s Soapbox at Speaker’s Corner (284 words, 2 minutes of your time) Let me put it this way – the loss of one species within an ecosystem, whether plant, insect or animal effects them all. Protecting one protects them all. And us.…
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10 June: Field of Daisies #thewildness
Day 10. Describe the texture and scent of wildflowers you encounter on your nature walks. A Field of Daisies White and bright as shiningpassion. It wraps grassy breathin silk, and I’m in heady pastures of spice.A mantle of clove, of air and light,as if every star was born here, to fledgeand fly by night. For…
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7 June: For Twiglets #328
The Carp Not quite a lake but far more than a pond. Water’s so still you’d swear it was congealed. Sunlight splits through the density of it,reveals a sudden splash of silver scales. Boys. Young men. Grandfathers. They allwant to catch that fish. An age old carp, that’ll taste like fat-fried primordial mud. Written for Twiglet…
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2 June: Day 2 #theWildness
Day 2. Write a letter to plant A Letter to an Apple Tree Dear Apple Tree, Friend of mine, here you exist.You fill the air of this place with Your backstory, andDream premise. You are,when in bloom,You are not,when bare, and yet You exist for an apple.Such a pretty red thing, Destined for a flowery…
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23 May: dVerse Haibun Memories
Nap Time My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without…
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13 May: Not Bothered
Not Bothered My neighbour just hurled herself into a taxi.Going on holiday. Somewhere warm, she says. I walk out the back door on to the patio. Into the rain. It’s mid-May, and too cold for bees. Apple treesare in bloom, but timing’s all wrong this year. That thin skin of vibrant green that comesat the…
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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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