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How to Eat a Pear?

(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

Runner ups for the Eating a Pear photos to accompany my poem:

I am that mother

(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

Runner ups for the Mother photos to accompany my poem:

Friendsgiving

(Poem 322 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Rebekah J. Marshall 11/17/24.

Friends gathered
around a table
sharing a meal
giving thanks for each other
and the chance to be together.
Laughter and stories
between bites
of chicken fried steak,
fried catfish, fried okra,
rosemary chicken Greek salad,
mashed potatoes,
mac & cheese, Caribbean rice,
candied yams, black-eyed peas,
and buttermilk pie.
Austin-style Southern cooking
is perfect for my first
ever Friendsgiving.

@Home Studio – 322nd poem of the year poem of the year (After lunch with Debbie, Celinda, Yulia, Jenni, and Paula.)

Runner ups for the Friendsgiving photos to accompany my poem:

Tracker

(Poem 321 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

He calls
himself a rewardist
because everyone’s looking
for something,
and he knows
how to find
what’s missing.
Survival may be predicated
on who needs whom
the least,
but lone wolf strategies
are mythical,
aberrant, peculiar,
resulting in attachment
deficits.
Follow the signs,
recognize the strides,
read the scuff marks
and toe digs,
transfers and heel marks,
ignore false trails
and counter-tracking.
The desperate pleas
of loved ones offering reward
must believe
the ache of hope,
fear and adrenaline
will keep the living alive
long enough for the bruising
and crying to tell a story
that leads
to being found.

@Home Studio – 321st poem of the year (Watching the show Tracker on CBS.)

Winters, Ben, Tracker, Justin Hartley, Beekeeper Entertainment, 2024.

Becoming Supernatural

(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.

Runner ups for the Supernatural photos to accompany my poem:

Robot Weekend

(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

Runner ups for the Robot photos to accompany my poem:

My Friend, The Moon

(Poem 317 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/B3r0D9

My friend, the moon,
gets lonely sometimes.
He’ll wait for me in a rather
melancholy state,
just hanging around
hoping to connect.
I know I need to make
more time to visit
with him, like I used to,
but I get busy
and life gets in the way.
He probably feels
taken for granted,
though that is far from true.
I will never forget
his steadfast friendship,
nor replace him in my heart.
He knows my secrets,
where the bodies are buried,
and is the guardian of my shadow.

@Home Studio on 11/15/24 @ 6:07pm – 317th poem of the year

Dance Little Girl

(Poem 316 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/aqLk7a https://gencraft.ai/p/XaodDL

Dance, little girl
when the music
calls to you
and starts
your feet twirling

When your heart
makes you soar
in pattern with the birds
whose wings beat time
to the rhythm that is you

When the sky’s painted
hues look like melted
cotton candy and the trees
sign your name
with their branched hands

This joy that you feel
is the song
of your birthright
and proof that the universe
was built as your playground.

@Home Studio – 316th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Wind photos to accompany my poem:

Empathy

(Poem 312 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/n0IuGo

I was watching a Japanese show called After School Doctor about a doctor who appears to have a touch of ASD (Autism spectrum disorder) and is demoted for some unknown infraction to playing school nurse at an elementary school. For him, it is demoralizing and unpleasant. He introduces himself by instructing the children to stay away from the nurse’s office. The other adults explain that he means well and does not want them to get sick or injured…surely that is his meaning. The jury is still out on that one, but his gift is getting to the bottom of the root problems with the issues the children bring to him. He treats them as people capable of speaking for themselves, if asked the right questions in the right ways, and doesn’t stop searching until he finds a way to help. If only every medical professional we encounter could be so determined. One case, in particular, is troubling because the little girl keeps coming to the nurse’s office to sleep, falls asleep in class, falls asleep while eating lunch, and no amount of talking has gotten to the heart of the issue. She has gotten in trouble at home for her grades slipping, she has missed events with friends because she slept through their texts, and she has fallen asleep in the middle of a friend’s story, hurting their feelings, as though she found them boring or uninteresting. The kids in her class have begun to accuse her of attention seeking, conveniently falling asleep just before a test or getting out of group work by going to the nurse’s office to sleep. She cannot understand why this is happening and feels unheard, misunderstood, and terrified. Worst of all, in her mind, she is inconveniencing others. She is causing problems for her mother, her teacher, her friends, and the doctor. She has reached the point that she would rather not exist than be such a burden on those around her. She is only about 10 years old, best I can tell. The taunt from her classmates that hurts her most is that she is being a disruption and putting others out. It is such a strange thing to observe a culture where everyone is concerned about how their problems are affecting others and doing so on purpose would be the worst thing imaginable. When the underlying cause of her behavior is discovered to be cataplexy, a symptom of narcolepsy, she is relieved that she can be helped, her life can improve, and she can not only feel better, but stop causing grief for others. Her classmates come to her in tears, begging her forgiveness for their accusations and promising their support and friendship. The children are truly horrified that they falsely blamed her for an illness she could not control and that they were not empathetic to what she was going through. There are other ways of existing as a society and putting each other at the forefront with love, not that Japan has things perfect, I just wish we could pull the best bits and pieces from each culture and make a new one that treats everyone with respect.

@Home Studio – 312th poem of the year

Hinase, Mayu; Hikawa, Kayo. After School Doctor. 放課後カルテ Starring Kôhei Matsushita, Aoi Morikawa, Akira Takano, Chiaki Horan, Chihiro Kato, Sonim, Takashi Tsukamoto, Shinji Rokkaku, Yuta Hiraoka, and Hisashi Yoshizawa, 2024.

Wishing Tree

(Poem 311 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/22zLvR

Tie your wishes
to the wishing tree
let their petitions
flutter in the breeze
and float soundlessly
to the rhythm of
prayerful yearning
for as the branches
bend and sway
the longing of hearts
curl and dance
eager to fulfill
your every desire.

@Home Studio on 11/7/24 @ 10:40pm – 311th poem of the year

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