Inside I am not
a steady tapping morse code
but a rising / falling tide
of runoff water and pomegranate
juice. Ink
can stain in any color,
you know.
Romeo, Uppsala, November.
But the rain is just a cloud
growing old
“All free will is the biology we haven’t figured out yet.”
acrylics ai art anti-poem anti-poetry art artificial intelligence artists creative creative prompts Creative Writing free verse generative art letting the dead rest listen love napowrimo napowrimo2022 napowrimo2023 Napowrimo 2024 nothing to do but poom ode paintings peace philosophy Poem poet Poetry poetry community poetry prompts Poets poets and writers Prose prose poem reality rhyme shadow work sometimes just being alive is a poem spiritual malaise surrealism that’s magic baby weird world Writers writing writing community writing prompts

Leave a comment