Tag: Poetry
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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6 Sept: 3 Line Thursday
I cast my soul to the aira heron who lands in a salt reed marshand I stare at the rising moon until morning Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday) “wait”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not…
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11 August: dVerse Dreams
Crystalline Obsidian shine,amethyst light,moonstone rite,silver bright, bracelets,secrets,charms thatdo no harm, dreamt my armwas crystalline. Written for dVerse Dream Poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for…
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7 July: Journal of Thoughts From Last Week
Insight I’ll be okaylistening to strange dialects of birds, listening to rain’s descentbefore earth stops its fall, the sound of a hand pullinga bow across strings or the sound of soft finger padspressing ivory, or hearing wind shiver the trees and knowingclouds always race with the sky. Although I will miss seeinga la fée verte…
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5 July: Rain Shouting Down (revised)
Rain Shouting Down the sky is underwaywith its brass and spears. noises cracked and shivered cleared the streets of children. and the rain’s shouting downwith beating hoofs of a storm. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used…
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26 June: A Six – Part 15: To Bleed the Sky
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #15 To Bleed the Sky Last week ended with… AI asks Connor, “And who the hell are you?” To Bleed the Sky “I am of the dead, and beyond your reckoning, but still to be reckoned with,” says Connor, and I…
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21 June: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
Silent as a Relic mostly picture bookswhen I was young, photos of stars teeteringon the edge of space, or life below the sea,strangely benign, buoyant, silent as a relic that lostits voice and history, and I always thoughtit was a remarkable lie, the greatest error tobelieve we’re alone,or that it’s a god thing. Written for…
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19 June: A Six – Part 14: Behind the Eye of a Needle
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 14 Behind the Eye of a Needle Connor sits at my desk, bleak as a Puritan, staring at my open laptop … his eyes dim as altar lights, his face luminous from the cold bright screen, and in this dream-haunted night…
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12 June: A Six – Part 13: Constellation of Coloured Paper
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 13 A Constellation of Coloured Paper Connor wanders around my flat in a blind need, as if a return to death is but one short call away – he touches books but not to read – just to hear the ink…
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9 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It1.The Befores I was once a feralapparition.Blank geometry.Me, ascorching blizzardhaunted by my own skin,and I existed beforebiology with itsaphasia-blackenedSun.And yetI am scatteredas dust on water. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright…
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