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Serenity

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(Poem 331 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

“GOD, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the ability to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

When I’m able to sink
into silent, safe serenity,
the surrounding uncertainty
stills and settles
like stones in a bowl
that each have a place
nestled one on top
of the other.

Solid weightlessness
exists in this place
of serendipity and peace
that only arrives once
acceptance has forgotten
that change is even necessary,
and wisdom has loosened
her corset to surrender
herself to the sweet
sensation of release.

@Home Studio – 331st poem of the year

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Skin Deep Disappointment

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(Poem 330 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/gmUzt6

My heart hurt with crushing disappointment
after the news of the election was released.
I felt sadness about the reality of the people
who would be affected by inhumane policies.

I have so much more to learn to be an ally
for those I love because it never occurred to me
to be afraid for my husband or granddaughter
whose skin is more melanated than mine.

Lying in bed, bemoaning the next four years,
my husband admitted to being nervous about
walking the dog the next morning because it
will be dark and racists might feel emboldened.

My breath caught to think a thought so horrible,
and realize those are the thoughts my husband
has grown up with, must live with, is burdened by,
and over half our nation is just fine with that.

@Home Studio on 12/4/24 @ 8:52pm – 330th poem of the year

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Tornado Girl

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(Poem 328 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/18xmpI https://gencraft.ai/p/f9l3uc https://gencraft.ai/p/uAWdon

When stuff stirs sideways and begins to knot up
in that twisting way, my heart starts to beat
like thunder, hail pounding in my head
to the rhythm of chaotic swirling
pain that builds and swells
with groaning as I eat
houses and cars,
ripping peace
to slivered
shreds
.

@Home Studio – 328th poem of the year

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How to Eat a Pear?

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(Poem 327 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/fBHo2n https://gencraft.ai/p/Cjp59f https://gencraft.ai/p/nJgsxG

AI struggled with my prompt to generate an image of a woman eating a pear.

If only I could
figure out how
to get this pear
into my mouth.
The concept is beyond me.
Use of hand, teeth, tongue.
I may never get it down.

@Home Studio – 327th poem of the year

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I am that mother

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(Poem 326 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/dOImw2

I didn’t think I was that mother,
the one who cleans and cooks,
looks out the window every time
a car drives by or a tree branch
bends in a way that catches her eye
and repeatedly checks her phone
for updates on her son’s progress
since he’s driving cross country
heading south with her daughter-
in-law for their wedding ceremony
here in a Texan outdoor cathedral,
but apparently, I am that mother.

@Home Studio – 326th poem of the year

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Rock Climbing?

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(Poem 324 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/DjFo1A

AI is unsure why a woman
would attempt to climb
the side of a cliff,
but best efforts to produce
an image result in
laughable camera poses
much more leaning back
toward the chasm than anyone
would be comfortable with
hands in the air all willy-nilly
instead of clinging to protrusions
like her life depends on it
just hanging out in the air
without a care in the world
maybe she’ll get to the top
maybe not, who knows?

@Home Studio – 324th poem of the year

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Libraries Still Exist

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(Poem 323 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

I was startled to discover
that libraries still exist
in this dystopian society
I’m learning to call home.

You might as well have
told me there are sunken
libraries for school of fish
to study up on plankton.

Or declare that libraries
have been installed in every
greenhouse to better teach
plants how to grow greener.

That people have a safe
place to read books for free
gives my heart hope
that all is not lost.

@Home Studio – 323rd poem of the year

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Becoming Supernatural

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(Poem 320 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

To become supernatural
one must eat oranges
and play with kaleidoscopes,
listen to the blood pumping
through moving veins
and feel the pulse
in tips of toes.

If the past tries to creep
like a lingering rumor
up the brain stem,
one must unscrew
the scalp and release
the humors
to the heavens and beyond.

When the future
feels like a memory
of a once-forgotten story
told right now,
someone has reached
the pinnacle,
or started over.

Either way,
the electricity that hums
from an unknown source
downloads
unknowable truths
into highways of blood
and bone.

@Home Studio – 320th poem of the year (While reading Becoming Supernatural by Dr. Joe Dispenza.)

Dispenza, Dr. Joe, Becoming Supernatural, Hay House, 2017.

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Robot Weekend

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(Poem 319 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

Robots, when given the day off
prefer to go camping to rest.
They set up little campsites outside
doing things nobody would have guessed.

They roast marshmallows and sip cocoa,
tell campfire stories and wish upon stars.
They keep a look out for little robot fairies
who supposedly come down from Mars.

Robots know how to have a good time
when their work for the week is done.
Without humans to serve on the weekend
nature is where they like to have fun.

They take in the sights and smells
and sleep out under the trees.
And when they return to work on Monday,
humans are a bit easier to please.

@Home Studio – 319th poem of the year

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Baby Blue VW Bug

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(Poem 318 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

My dream car
was a 1971 Baby Blue
Volkswagen Beetle
with the engine in the back
and a bonnet for storage.
A Canadian guy named Dana
introduced me to his car
and I fell in love—
with the car,
not Dana.
Although, Dana was cute,
reminiscent of Bill
from Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure,
but was much too old
for me to have a crush
on because I was maybe twelve.
That handsome car,
however,
was a respectable fourteen,
and I was smitten.
I begged my father
to let me have one
when I turned sixteen,
but he broke my heart
and declared bugs
deathtraps,
forbidding me from ever
even riding in one.
My cousin,
the son of my father’s twin brother,
blood of my blood,
he got a bug,
my love forever unrequited.

@Home Studio – 318th poem of the year