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Poetry, Writing

Emily in Paris

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(Poem 236 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Emily in Paris
wears couture,
and speaks very
little French beyond
je ne comprends pas.
Nonsensical fantasy,
masquerade balls,
friends to lovers,
pregnant brides
leave grooms at
the altar to run off
to Greece with
another woman,
lovers’ triangles–non,
lovers’ pentagons.
Galas and lunches,
gorgeous people,
a French chef,
oh là là.
Silver-voiced
roommates who
sing Enchanté,
more fashion than
one decadent femme
could possibly possess,
merci beaucoup,
and everyone she
meets has that
je ne sais quoi
that Americans
simply do not
understand.

@Home Studio – 236th poem of the year (After watching Emily in Paris.)

Star, Darren, et al. Emily in Paris. Widescreen. Los Angeles, CA, Paramount, 2021.

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

Starbucks Sunday

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(Poem 231 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

 AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/wbUNo3

It’s a Starbucks Sunday kind of day
with a Texas August outside and
chilled artificial air cooling us in our
fishbowl drinking iced tea and pink
fluffy milkshakes with fancy names
like Strawberry Cream Frappuccino.
Fellow goldfish scurry from their cars
into the inside where it is safe and
comfortable with the sounds of music
and laughter, frothing and cash
registers, clip clop of flip flops, and
pleasant conversation that dips and
swells and matches the happy serenity.

@Starbucks Studio – 231st poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Hot Pot

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(Poem 230 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

Hot pot evening
broth burns tongue
warms bellies
fills contentment
noodles, mushrooms,
thinly sliced beef,
tofu, egg dumplings,
sprouts, fish balls,
onion, bok choy,
spicy or really spicy
are the options
because my daughter
is the hostess.

@Home Studio – 230th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Hot Pot photos to accompany my poem:

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The Women of House of the Dragon

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(Poem 229 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/ivnVd8

The women of this world
create a complicated
kaleidoscope of mothers
and sisters who must
begrudgingly tolerate the
men who share their space.
From the bawdy pirate queen
with her many wives and
loyal crew of rowdy marauders,
to the gentlest soul Helaena,
unwilling to harm another,
but unafraid to speak the truth.
From the queen who ever was,
whose unwavering hope inspires
a new world of dragon riders,
to the queen who agonizes
over the decision to sacrifice
her own flesh and blood for
the sake of a kingdom of peace.
From the Lady who searches
the moors and her soul for the
dragon she believes is destiny,
to the White Worm who knows
the underbelly of hunger and
thirst and clawing her way from
the trench to the castle better
than most can begin to fathom.    

@Home Studio – 229th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 8.)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

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Poetry, Writing

Lesson 20 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 228 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Although you may fancy that you own a part of this earth, in fact you only walk it.” – Merlin, The Way of the Wizard    

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

We seem to move
indiscriminately
on the road of time
because we cannot
see the patterns of
spirit in the dust,
or the restlessness
of the wind as it
scatters our ashes
to build new homes,
and we are afraid
of the secret places
of the soul that hide
around the next bend.  

@Home Studio – 228th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.136-142.

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First Day of School

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(Poem 227 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Lydia Sullivan.

Dressed to impress,
hair styled just so,
feet in new shoes,
look at them grow.

Climbing on a bus
for the commute,
backpack and lunch
and smiles to boot.

Headed to school,
meet the new class
make new friends
and have a blast.

It’s a great day to
start the new year
of learning and fun
with nothing to fear.

@Home Studio – 227th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Kage’s Unraveling

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(Poem 225 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

 AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/uhv49s

I’m afraid my cat
is unraveling
like an old sweater
with a snag.

If I pull too hard
on the loose thread
catching
on my ring
or hangnail,
who knows
how many carefully
knit rows will come
undone
and fall,
gravity removing all
trace of ever having been
a woven thing.

I don’t think he can
be put back together
again
if he falls
from his wall
and I don’t know
how to keep
him balanced
on the ledge
between
this reality
and the next.

@Home Studio – 225th poem of the year

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The Double

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(Poem 223 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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If betrayal leaves you in
a shallow grave, you must
unbury yourself and crawl
to the banks of survival.
If cruelty kills your savior,
you must assume her identity
to seek both revenge and
justice for the oppressed.
If your benefactor just so
happens to teach you archery,
you must save the crown
and your dignity with a well-
placed arrow through the
hand of the man whose
cowardice left you for dead.
If your backer’s proposal is
slow in coming, you must let
him know you’re moving in to
make his place your home.

@Home Studio – 223rd poem of the year (After watching the C-drama The Double.)

Lv Hao Ji Ji. The Double. Wu Jinyan, Wang Xingyue, Youku, Huanyu Film, 2 June, 2024.