It's Time to Move On

Saturday, May 09, 2026

Good Morning, Twfw. O/

With a chorus of songbirds, while a choreography of squirrels race on fence tops to gather and eat... words for the morning.

What more to say? Hundreds of consecutive posts for the dawn now on Wonder Fell, an experiment in poetry.

What wants writing I'm always true to. This morning wants to write: It's time to move on.

Even Thoreau packed up Walden and rejoined the human race.

Some considerations on what to do with Wonder Fell today.

A poet's daily morning thoughts as Sun rises on a newly born AI world is at least interesting, if not, humbly, heroic.

But there are other works that want sharing; there's only so much sunlight to each day.

Perhaps one point of Wonder Fell is to remind the World of Writing that Artificial Intelligence can't actually write.

Yes, Wonder Fell's entries bounce around from day to day, line to line, which is not a computer-ly correct way to go about relaying a message. But these entries still express what is right, though a machine could never reproduce them.

There's something to be said for Idiosyncratic Spontaneity. Wonder Fell represents, in writing, a living soul's voice every sunrise.

This morning's sun wants to work on more traditional writing to share.

Wonder Fell will always be a place for whatever I'm writing. Because, if I do my job right, the words found here are always worth wondering about.

Thanks for reading.