(Poem 53 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I am immersed in creativity daily
the way my dog is absorbed in the
smells of the morning leading him
on a one-track hunt for something
novel, and if all else fails, to discover
again the thing he found yesterday
that probably needs to be bothered
some more because when inspiration
strikes, one must follow the nose.
@Home Studio – 53rd poem of the year
(Poem 34 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I don’t feel like writing poetry right now.
I’ve had a long day of trainings and a
plethora of non-creative tasks to slog
through while snacking on Doritos.
I took an analyst position so I would have
reserves of spirit left at the end of the
day to work on art, yet artificial I has
sapped my strength and there’s nothing
left of my I that wants to compose.
I’ll read a bit, watch a few shows, force
myself to eat a vegetable, and even take
a shower before falling in bed with TikTok.
Perhaps tomorrow AI will do more of the
work and I will be inspired to shape some
prose into streams of flower petals
dipped in ink and melded on the surface
of the internet like a child’s craft with too
much glue and glitter to be seen as
beautiful, but something you keep around
because it was the thought that counts.
@Home Studio – 34th poem of the year
Runner ups for the AI gooey child craft photos to accompany my poem:
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