A Crisp Cummerbund
a crisp aqua
cummerbund
the ice melted
only last week
I am awake now
With this haiku, I attempted to capture that feeling of slowing immersing oneself into cold water. The going seems to be hardest when one reaches her waist, almost shocking and thrilling. At that point, most of us just dive in:)
Online Life
I had a bit of an unpleasant experience on X. I seemed to have become the target of bot stalkers. These are very small accounts, likely shill accounts, that have taken upon themselves to root out AI accounts posing as human. By the third accusation I had enough and posted the retort below. If you ever wondered ... yes, I alive.
I can't believe I have to do this. But I would like to confirm to anyone wondering ... I am a HUMAN BEING and if you communicate with me online, you are communicating with ME and not a bot.
There are a lot of chaos agents out there who want X to fail and are suggesting to the contrary. They are in fact online bullying and stalking. They need to stop.
I have been active online for a very long time. I write my own poetry and words; but do enjoy playing around with AI to create images. I am me and who I say I am. I am well-meaning. Still on the fence, click on my pinned post ... yep ... my voice.
Butterfly Docent
land softly
but stay lithe
from rough hands
keep your distance
worry little over bees
they rarely sting
more content to fumble through the air
storing away memories of flowers gone
crystalline sweet stuff
stacked neatly in the hive
given respect and space
the buzzing set remain friends, not foes
allow metamorphoses
of thought and form
lead those who have not found flight
teach the strength of softness
the transformational power of the dark
the necessity of balance
the dishonesty of fear
gather sweet things
from solar lit temperate climes
but don’t overstay the warmth
when the summer sun slips
below the autumnal meridian
seek the centre of your being
rest and prepare for rebirth
remain gentle and supple
keep your eyes focused on beauty
the butterfly is the greatest of teachers
the most elusive and vulnerable of sages
care for them as you would
your own heart
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Words and Poetry are my own. Images unless otherwise attributed are a collaboration between me and AI, Grok. They should be viewed visual haiku, in that they contain symbolism. The concepts are my own creation and the rendering AI. Keep drawing and painting. AI cannot replace your hard work and excellence. A Crisp Cummerbund, and Butterfly Docent, Leaves and Detritus, Moored, Freshly-Thawed, Current Over Sand, Wind Storm, Minor Notes, Narwhal, May Shadow Self, and Find Pinpoint where all most recently and first published on X social media platform. All titles below represent lengthier works. are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
