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Space Library

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(Poem 351 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

Reading books in a space library,
unburdened by insignificant
things like gravity or air,
makes for a floating good time.

No day or night means
reading as long as the story
calls for, the library is open,
and the coffee or tea is flowing.

Of course, no one can hear
the laughter that spills over
from the funny parts because
there’s no sound in space.

And if a particularly poignant
part wrenches unbidden tears
from weary eyes, they are unable
to fall; there’s no crying in space.

@Home Studio – 351st poem of the year

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Space Singing

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(Poem 309 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/g5Q0Ky

It always starts with humming
a tune or whistling a little ditty.

Then she gets caught up in her
own musicality and can’t help
but start belting out a few show-
tunes and catchy pop numbers.

Before you know it, others have
joined in with their makeshift
instruments and attempts at
harmony, creating spontaneous
improvisational magic, the likes
of which might not be heard
again for a billion years or more.

@Home Studio – 309th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Space Singing photos to accompany my poem:

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Space Playing

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(Poem 308 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/528C4e

Once every few million
years or so, space
likes to be silly and play
her version of Mother-
may-I with the stars
and planets, laughing
until she’s out of breath
and needs a millennium
to get herself right again.

@Home Studio – 308th poem of the year

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Celestial Body

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(Poem 282 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/uh52gb

Her celestial body
is draped
in gossamer galaxies
and lacy luminosities
with flecks of infinite
cosmic dust
and gauzy strands
of nebulae birthing
baby stars.

Her swaying form
catapults asteroids
across the billowy
folds of organza
and satin,
hurtling dark matter
across crests
of supernovae,
bespeckling interstellar silk.

@Home Studio – 282nd poem of the year

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Plasma Blobs

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(Poem 269 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/OvDj2h

Plasma is rare
on earth,
though found
in abundance
everywhere else
in space.
And now scientists
are telling us
that these blobs
that are not solid,
liquid, or gas,
but another state:
communicate,
behave predatorially,
congregate,
interact with satellites,
get the zoomies,
race excitedly
toward thunderstorms,
form crystals—
corkscrew shaped
like DNA,
and may be inorganic
non-biological life
or pre-life,
and we’re supposed
to go on sipping our tea
and paying our bills.

@Home Studio – 269th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Plasma photos to accompany my poem:

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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.)

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Power Source

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(Poem 160 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/3BaiVe

At the center of the universe
is a sunflower that radiates
beautiful, perpetual energy—
spirals and sparks, rays and
bolts, streams and streaks—
emanating every which way
from the black inflorescence.
Each petal bursts forth with
eternal seeds of galactic life,
bound for destinations pre-
determined by destiny’s map.

@Home Studio – 160th poem of the year

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Venus Car

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(Poem 135 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Rebekah J. Marshall 5/3/24

What in the world
kind of space-age
contraption is this?
Not found on a
movie set or at a
Comicon convention,
a float in a parade
or on display in a
futuristic museum.
No, just sitting pretty
in an HEB parking
lot like it’s waiting
for its alien pilot
to finish grocery
shopping and climb
back in before lifting
off to start the long
flight home to Venus.  

@Home Studio – 135th poem of the year

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Creatures in Space

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(Poem 103 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1pvvI2

There are creatures in space
who have infested a planet,
burrowing into the layers of soil,
creating habitats of wonder.
They are labeled indigenous
because no one is sure how
they were originally seeded.
Tales abound of spontaneous
generation or magical intervention,
but more than likely, they
are an invasive species who
hitched a ride uninvited and
were accidentally released.
Their unwelcome presence
has altered the ecosystem
such that millions of other
species are now extinct,
choked out of existence by
their insatiable hunger and
destructive tendencies, including
but not limited to the following:
“preying on native species
carrying or causing disease
introducing new pathogens
displacing current populations
by living in the same niche
outcompeting native species
for food and other resources
preventing native species from reproducing
and killing native species’ young.”
It is believed that they are the
“leading cause of global biodiversity loss”
and are irreparably and permanently
altering the well-being of the planet.

@Home Studio – 103rd poem of the year


“Invasive Species” prompt. Beta, Google AI, 14 Apr. 2024, http://www.google.com/search