Category: aiart
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Fountain
Precious water In the beginning, water was life’s source, Flowing, pristine, from the heavens’ force. It nourished the earth, and all it contained, Filling every river, every stream, every plain.From stories, myths and tales of old, Water was worshiped, its power untold. The gods themselves were said to reside, In the seas, lakes, and rivers…
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Connections
Conversation with a stranger Snow blanketing field sunk into grass tussock making undulating dimples, the hollows filled with violet blue shade, the hummocks sparkling with a deep cactus like fur of ice crystals from the previous nights frost.Emerging from between blackthorn and bramble where the path narrows a stranger picking his way over thick cracked…
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Snowdrops
Bright feathers A gentle wren, with feathers so brightSings a song of spring, with all its mightAs winter fades, and snowdrops tooThe wren’s sweet song, rings clear and trueThe sun shines bright, on the new green leavesAnd the wren’s song, brings joy to all who believeIn the magic of spring, and the promise of new…
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Petals
Broken beauty A bumble bee flies over a bed of camelliasPink flowers that brighten up the winter daysIt sees some petals scattered on the groundA sign of decay and decay’s waysIt hovers over the broken pieces of beautyWondering what caused them to fall and fadeWas it a storm, a frost, or a careless footstep?Or was…
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Away
The stars Drowning out the constant droning sound Of distant traffic on this restless night, A nightingale is piercing through the ground With undulating melody so bright.Amongst the young oaks and watery willows A bramble thicket hides its feathered form. Its song transcends the city’s darkened pillows And fills the air with passion and with…
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Clean
Dusty rug Spring is here and it’s time to clean The dusty rug that lies unseen. Under the sofa and the chairWhere crumbs and dirt have made their lair.I grab the broom and start to sweep, But soon I hear a muffled peep. I lift the rug and to my shock I find a mouse…
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Blue
Duck egg In the beginning, there was only water, And from the water sprang the first life.A bright blue duck egg amongst the rushes,A sacred gift from the Mother of All.The egg was warm and full of potential It held within it the seeds of the world. The sun and moon, the stars and planets,The…
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Sleep
Restore, renew. Rest your weary head upon the pillow, Close your eyes and let your mind be still. For in the land of sleep, there is no sorrow, Only peace and quiet, all is still.The benefits of sleep are great indeed, For it restores and renews the soul. It gives the body time to heal…
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Haze
Flat days Fourteen days in March when the ides were flat As a February pancake turned into a haze of memory Blank with fever and chills and breakfast in bed. The doom and gloom If itwas sufficient to scupper Ideas of anything remotely useful or fun.All I could contemplate was flowers, on the wallpaper. Their…
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Perched
Some omen On a dead alder tree in winter snow, Cormorants perched in solemn pose, Their silhouettes black against the glow.The landscape stark, yet a beauty to know, The winter’s chill in the air that froze, On a dead alder tree in winter snow.The birds, some omen on that frosted meadow, Gazing over the frozen…
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