Enter The Poet. O/
2026.03.23 A new way to see and sense requires new language to express and experience it.
Monday, March 23, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A few hundred first thing in the morning words to help keep us grounded and guided as we shift to a more artificially intelligent world.
Everyday.
From a poet, nonetheless... those who's craft AI can never measure.
There's a unique rhythm of voice and word choice to make new metaphors which cannot be replicated that's intrinsic in poetry.
A new way to see and sense requires new language to express and experience it.
Enter The Poet. O/
Welcome to Wonder Fell. Stay awhile and read. Remember the world's still a beautiful place when we know where and how to look.
How's your sunshine?
Like a blue light in a darkroom on a dimmer switch set to low, dawn shows in the night sky.
Wonder Fell's been wanting the past couple mornings. More... something new... a new light... some new arrangement of words?
Perhaps it's the call of Spring doing its thing.
Change! Grow! Live! The song of Spring.
Make it Beautiful one more spin.
Earth's Grow Show now in session.
Expect some changes in Wonder Fell soon.
Aesthetics, perhaps.
I hope all's well with you Dear Reader.
Nothing profound to find here this morning other than Spring's insistence to match Poetry's Commandment: "Make it new."
Maybe it's time for some upgrades in your Life.
Consider it, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a desk on top of the world with a book and a quill on it.
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