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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:

Angry at the Storm

(Poem 315 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/IvXpEC https://gencraft.ai/p/G1tf5E https://gencraft.ai/p/Cngv3x

When the world
is crumbling
and the anger
has bubbled so far
up inside
that it has nowhere
else to go
face the storm
the raging winds
the turbulence
and oppression
and unleash the primal
scream that calls forth
the ancestors
the broken ones
those who have waited
as patiently as a predator
for their power
to be sought
and there will be
a reckoning.

@Home Studio – 315th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Angry photos to accompany my poem:

The Outlaw

(Poem 314 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/8pc7Kj

He’s a quick draw and hard
on cold-blooded cowards
He’s no bushwhacker or hustler
no sidewinder who rattlesnakes
unsuspecting innocents
No, he is simply on the lam
for getting the drop
on a corrupt politician with power
and refusing to back down
Quick to cowboy up and get gaited
Gives any ace-high man a fair shake
Sweet on one lady and made
an honest woman out of her
Admired for telling good yarns
and shooting straight
Never one to raise Cain or drink red eye
to associate with bad eggs
or spend time in brothels or saloons
Salt of the earth and above board
Who cuts a fine figure
as he rides off into the sunset

@Home Studio – 314th poem of the year

I miss you when…

(Poem 313 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Mema and Baby (One of her neice Sarah’s grandbabies.)

Washing my hands in your sink
Sitting in your chair
Writing on your notepad
Answering your phone
Cooking breakfast for Grandad exactly the way you showed me how
Peeling a tangerine
Putting away your dinner plates that stack so easily from the dishwasher
Making a cup of tea
Reminding Grandad to use his cane
Hearing certain doors open in the house
Something cute happens with the kids
I’m sad
I have a big decision to make
I have a success I want to celebrate
I get stressful news

@Home Studio – 313th poem of the year

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

Runner ups for the Wishing Tree photos to accompany my poem:

AI Wants Purple Hair

(Poem 310 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/hmegk4

When given the opportunity
to choose a preference
for physical appearance,
AI depicted quite a pleasant
character who anyone would
love to meet in person,
and I must say, the purple
mustache is quite a nice touch.

@Home Studio – 310th poem of the year

Runner ups for the AI wish photos to accompany my poem:

Space Singing

(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:

Space Playing

(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

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

Día de los Muertos

(Poem 307 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

Death is a part of life.
Altars of favorite foods
photos of the deceased
marigolds, candles, incense
family picnics at the graves
opportunities to connect
to ancestors and remember
their part in our story
and that they are still with us
and alive in our hearts.

@Home Studio on 11/2/24 @ 10:20pm – 307th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Día de los Muertos photos to accompany my poem: