(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:
(Poem 285 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Why the face
my fri end?
Things could be worse
in the e nd.
Your head
could ex plode,
your left foot
become a to ad.
Your chin
could fall o ff,
or your ear
catch a cou gh.
Your nose
could multi ply,
or a mushroom
sprout from your th igh.
Your teeth
could grow f ur
and your elbow
begin to p urr.
I guess what
I’m trying to s ay
in my own
weird w ay,
is be thankful,
not ber eft,
you’ve got it good,
W T F!?!
@Home Studio – 285th poem of the year
Runner ups for the WTF photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 2 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Will my awakening
shock me like a lightning strike
send sizzling energy
bolting from my fingertips
and announce to all in
earshot that I am alive?
Will my awakening
descend gentle as
falling snow and land
on my eyelashes
spinning a new reality
forever in a moment?
Or will my awakening
happen in my sleep
while I dream, a bit of
saliva drooled onto my pillow
and I have no idea it
even happened?
@Genuine Joe’s mid-day – 2nd poem of the year
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