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Poetry, Writing

UFO

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(Poem 234 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/6xE6e6 (It looked like this, but triangular shaped.)

Nearing dusk in the
falling in love time
of year when we said
our goodbyes longer
than was necessary,
a UFO floated above,
slowly, gracefully, for
a machine so large,
its triangular shape
at once distinct and
completely unclear.

The size of a city block,
it made no sound,
shone no lights, nor
revealed exhaust,
but simply hovered
like a kite out for a
leisurely jaunt taking
a moment to survey
the neighborhood
from the best vantage
point in the clear sky.

My lover and I pointed
heavenward in awe and
disbelief, unsure of the
images our eyes relayed
to our brains, unable to
fully process a craft of
solid black smoothness
suspended in disbelief
as gently as a cloud,
then race north and out
of sight like a memory.

@Home Studio – 234th poem of the year (David and I saw a UFO one evening in 2013 or 2014, when we were still dating.)

Poetry, Writing

Aliens and Flowers

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(Poem 120 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/YauaEp
AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/7YJLJc

Our most fragile young
sleep in giant moonflowers
and sip the nectar if they are
hungry between feedings.
When they outgrow the
petal-perfect beds nature
constructed just for them,
they learn to sleep on the
knit hammocks strung
delicately between the
lowest branches of the
swaying willow palm trees.
The cloth is woven from
flower stem silk and the
bedding is fresh layered
petals changed nightly.
Our skin becomes the
fragrance of the flowers,
for we are inextricably
intertwined with the vines
and the leaves and the
fronds and the buds.
Then, when we grow too
old to see the stars with
our own eyes, too old
to hear the song of the
silver sycamore boughs,
too old to feel the velvet
of the lambs’ ear bush,
too old to taste the nectar
of the purple dragonmint,
we enter the heart of the
forest to create a nest of
shaggy moss and jelly lichen
cushioned with sweetgrass
and honey death fungus,
and cover ourselves with
layers of galaxy orchids and
phoenix lilies so we can
join our brother flowers in
eternal sleep.

@Home Studio – 120th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Alien Flowers photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Creatures in Space

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(Poem 103 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1pvvI2

There are creatures in space
who have infested a planet,
burrowing into the layers of soil,
creating habitats of wonder.
They are labeled indigenous
because no one is sure how
they were originally seeded.
Tales abound of spontaneous
generation or magical intervention,
but more than likely, they
are an invasive species who
hitched a ride uninvited and
were accidentally released.
Their unwelcome presence
has altered the ecosystem
such that millions of other
species are now extinct,
choked out of existence by
their insatiable hunger and
destructive tendencies, including
but not limited to the following:
“preying on native species
carrying or causing disease
introducing new pathogens
displacing current populations
by living in the same niche
outcompeting native species
for food and other resources
preventing native species from reproducing
and killing native species’ young.”
It is believed that they are the
“leading cause of global biodiversity loss”
and are irreparably and permanently
altering the well-being of the planet.

@Home Studio – 103rd poem of the year


“Invasive Species” prompt. Beta, Google AI, 14 Apr. 2024, http://www.google.com/search



Poetry, Writing

Spaceship Drive-In

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(Poem 85 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1zA0kp

Everyone’s headed to the spaceship drive-in
for an intergalactic action film that’s fun for all.
There’ll be grays and goblins and little green men
flatwoods, skyfish, and even a reptilian.

The shiphops stay busy on opening night
zipping back and forth to bring snacks port side—
rocket fizzing popcorn, chocolate mint moon pie,
orders of Martian marshmallows left and right.

Tall whites and other Nordics get a little loud,
igniting their thrusters and honking their horns,
shooting coil guns upward, making a smoke cloud,
their rowdy mischief annoying the older crowd.

Lovers hold all the hands and some are lip to lip,
but others actually want to watch this latest release.
Some moviegoers flew many lightyears round trip,
while others are here just to show off their new ship.

Whatever the reason for coming here to see
this movie at the drive-in on planet Jupiterion,
everyone will have some fun this night of revelry.
It will be a good time, on this we all agree.

@Home Studio – 85th poem of the year