Dawn's Chorus
dawn’s chorus, jewelled tones
bright plumes, smooth moves
fickle bird, feathered marketing
There Be Virtual Catfish
There Be Virtual Catfish*
He wasn’t born in Paris
He doesn’t live in Manhattan
He certainly doesn’t make
the daily commute to London
Where he’s now an industry captain
He doesn’t own a jet
Or a fleet of customized Porsche
He’s not really all that into saving the environment
Doesn’t actually head the helm at Tesla
But he’s hoping to the web
That you are somewhat green and newish
Because you have been witness to
and received a follow request from
The profile of a prowling catfish
No ... my friend
Wills isn’t dumping Kate
The next royal highness won’t be you
Even his bro, screen name Harry Prince
to Meghan remains true
Still … I agree
you’d have made a great Duchess Stu
[Moved My Percolator]
moved my percolator
from the kitchen; to bedside
my closest comfort
Smudged Watery Reflection
doves roost a’flock
penitentiary bound
a’nest in separated
singularity
awaiting the return
of familiar wing-beats
reunion of complementary
duality
tempest on hiatus
the mist has declared
in blurred binary
"I wait for you"
no chaos could touch
the motionless apprehension
crack my smudged watery
reflection
my ideal self
the being of light
who inhabits
the other side
of the mirror
insists I have not completed
seeing through a glass darkly
sanctimony; recriminations
regret and shame
jealousy, hoard my love
from me
keep him haloed and aloft
me earthbound, in shadow
a being not worth embracing
"still … I will wait for you"
maintain my smudged watery
reflection
Knotted Worn
knotted, worn
breezy willow
industrious woodpecker
priceless peace
Mirrored Falls
a provincial-born
city girl
fought her way out
from forced reclusion
they say we select
our parents
the when and how
of our conception
our provincial-born
city girl
has concluded
they say a lot
most of it utterly deluded
this prodigal daughter
under the neon din
and not the starry sky
found the strength within
she learned to dance
upon embedded concrete glitter
under a canopy of boulevard trees
while far above her head
shimmered the mirrored falls
of glass and steel skyscrapers
April Daffodil
April daffodil
highest vantage point
up front
earliest demise
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Words are my own. Images are a result of collaboration with AI, Grok. Word prompts are supplied and multiple iterations and prompts are supplied until an acceptable image that suits the poem is produced. It's fun; try it. Dawn's Chorus, Moved My Percolator, Knotted Worn, April Daffodil, and Smudged Watery Reflection were first published on the X platform. There Be Virtual Catfish and Mirrored Falls are published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Monsters, Avatars, and Angels and all titles below 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.