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Starbucks Sunday

(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

Hot Pot

(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:

Lesson 20 The Way of the Wizard

(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.

Runner ups for the dusty road photos to accompany my poem:

First Day of School

(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

Kage’s Unraveling

(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

Runner ups for the Kage’s Unraveling photos to accompany my poem:

Hair Sticks

(Poem 224 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/aFvVVN https://gencraft.ai/p/7PA40X https://gencraft.ai/p/FTmjDC

Whether a ji to pin
a perfectly coiled
chignon in place,
or a binyeo to look
powerfully poised,
hair sticks are a
timeless adornment
that are practical,
beautiful, and one
of the few women’s
accessories that
can double as a
weapon if needed.

@Home Studio – 224th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Hair Sticks photos to accompany my poem:

The Double

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

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.



4am

(Poem 222 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

 AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/nh6lZj

What is it about 4am
that makes magic drip
onto the page like wax?
The air feels different
when the dogs and sun
still sleep; the dew is
yet to blanket itself
across morning’s back.
There in the stillness of
the pre-dawn quiet,
thoughts have latitude,
and words permit them-
selves both whimsy and
wonder without too much
introspection or gravity.  
It is refreshing to be
acquainted with the
other side of night that
does not lay souls down
for fear they must be kept
but celebrates once again
the uprising of the spirit.

@Home Studio – 222nd poem of the year

Inside Out 2

(Poem 221 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Puberty ushers in such
comrades as Anxiety,
Envy, Embarrassment,
and my favorite, Ennui.
The panic that ensues
when Embarrassment
threatens and Envy
rears her unsettled self,
resurrects Fear and
Disgust, Anger and
Sadness, leading to
complete paralysis.
The only protection
against it all is to feign
Ennui…nothing matters
because too much
enthusiasm might be
the wrong amount, and
no one would dare be
too happy in a room
full of teens trying to
fake unruffled chill.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 8/19/24 @ 10:17am – 221st poem of the year (After watching Inside Out 2 with my granddaughter in theatre.)

Mann, Kelsey. Inside Out 2. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 14 June 2024.