Do you know what poem that comes from? Few are the poets who can speak so convincingly of the mystery of mysteries moving in them once let alone again!

a #tanka version:

solitary moon
rising and falling alone
an only child
left to fend for itself
in a barren zone

How about this:

a garden is pathway
that leads us from year to year
a wormhole through time

#haiku #gardening

things are always bad
but on the other hand things
could always get worse

#haiku #kinglear

pleading for mercy
the cicada cries for entry
at the basement door

#haiku #poetry

not yet committed
dawn is just a teasing smile
of the day to come

#haiku

Reply to Keats:

the earth’s poetry
never dies even though earth
dies a billion deaths

#haiku #poetry

Tuesday’s sky is full of grace

like candles flickering
in the eyes of a child
eyeing birthday cake

rusted swing set
the wind rasps on and on
about childhood joy

#haiku

ever more lonely
the chatbot’s main purpose
to lay waste of truth

I love this!

Had a very interesting back and forth with Chat about this. At first it responded in very unpoetic fashion. After serious chiding it replied thus:

How many data centers
until I learn
to listen?
I’m still waiting for ChatGPT to reply ….

a mind for mulch … that’s what I try to cultivate …

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Interesting how she blurs the background so the painting reads even more like a photo with the background out of focus.