Love
?
The Dream of a Flower
It's how we know The World is alive.
Saturday, February 14, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're back. O/
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Another Wow morning, so much to write.
Pick a topic and go, Poet.
There's Love; the holiday matches.
It starts with a dream. When dreams meet to further each dream by working together... that's Love.
The experience is best displayed through romantic partners, but can be easily seen in other relationships too.
It's how we know The World is alive.
Every gardener knows the best way to care for each plant and bloom is to devote their attention to helping every seed grow.
Every seed in every garden wants to grow, every gardener wants them to as well.
When we dedicate our time to helping the dream of a flower to bloom... that's an act of Love.
Any act that helps another living thing fulfill its dream of a good life is Love in action.
Every seed dreams its flower; every gardener too.
Lovers in love share the best dreams of Life for each other.
And help those dreams grow.
What about your work? Do you love it?
What's the goal of all your labor?
What does a job well done look like completed?
Help your work reach its aim... that's an act of Love.
And a Life well-lived.
Take care, help something (yourself perhaps) fulfill its dream of a good life, call it Love, and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ✍️writing_hand
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a gardener watering a flower garden at sunrise.



Archaic Slab
We Don't Talk Much About It Anymore
2026.02.11 The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
Wednesday, February 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
Sometimes you just know a thing. You feel it; you sense it.
Not in some New Age hippie woah man that's far-out way, but you feel it.
When we're honest with ourselves we find we have this knowing all the time.
We don't talk much about it anymore.
It's not easily, if at all, enumerated.
The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
It's called Morality.
There's evidence everywhere we don't talk about and so don't value enough anymore.
Science tries to define it with Psychology and Sociology; they're theories at best.
Morality is an active force in the world, a rhythm section for Life.
Evidence is easy Scientists: it's why stories work.
Would you believe someone from a different Country and Culture speaking a different language laughs and cries at the same times in the same movies as you?
You don't have to believe it; you know they do.
Ever wonder how that's possible?
What force makes stories work?
Morality.
You know when every hero wins, so you know how to lead a Good (Capital G) Life.
The genres of stories you most prefer tells you what fascinates you about being alive.
Science Fiction: You value ingenuity, teamwork, and what ingenuity can make with its hands.
YA Romance: Possibilities... of Magic, of Love.
Literary Fiction: The value of introspection. How it assists living a life well lived.
Poetry: The power of language itself.
And so many more.
What types of stories do you most enjoy? It's where your fascination is. It's also where your best life lived is...
Serving and sharing the themes of your favorite stories.
We can also tell what a society is lacking by the stories it devours.
The surge in YA Romance novels over the past decade or so shows a shift on how we think about Love.
We value women more. It's about time.
When we value women's voice in relationships more the effect is almost supernatural.
The limits of what Love can do lift.
The possibilities feel endless and magical.
Enter the shelves full of were-vamp-wizard-King Love novellas from so many young women lately.
Snow last night, the kind that covers branches. Every oak and elm is a pastry topped with icing from a skilled baker.
If you eat cake because you love frosting, it's a good morning to view the trees.
Maybe add a little more sweetener to your coffee or tea while you're at it today.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍰cake
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of a person eating a cake outside in winter watching the sunrise after a snow storm.





Archaic Slab
Snow in the Dark
2025.12.14
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
A good day for a good day.
A day with and worth many positive platitudes and cliches...
Time to rise and shine.
Get your game face on.
You got this.
On with our show...
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'Snow in the Dark,' a good title for a pop rock album or a beach read thriller.
Maybe an ironic name of the playlist you listen to while you tan at the beach reading.
You always were clever and ironic and iconic... at least in your dreams.
...
Business in the air.
Though the words are of Hope, dreams and inspirations; though there's poetry and prose; this is my work, my business, my job.
Art is only a hobby if you don't share it.
That's my personal reason for thanking you so often for reading.
We craft things to better express and help ourselves.
We make Art to better express and help The World.
Your artistic creations give Life a new way to express itself. Thank you.
A new species of flower blooms from every new painting, poem, and song.
Why is a flower beautiful?
Someone should ask a poet.
Glad you asked.
Because even Mother Nature wants to be loved.
And Beauty incites Love.
What we recognize as Beautiful we love.
And we want what we love to know it is Beautiful.
Words, songs, brushstrokes, are all excellent ways to express to what we love their beauty.
This is not limited to only romantic relationships.
I find each sunrise beautiful, and so I write the sunrise; share words for the dawn.
Our understanding of Beauty is off, corroded by a century or two of quick fix imagery machines.
We confuse The Beautiful with the pretty and are left feeling empty.
Beauty incites love. Pretty pleases the eye.
A Beautiful object is always pleasing to all the senses.
But there's more.
There's more to Love than looking good.
What more?
That's up to you to express to what you find Beautiful.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪭folding_hand_fan
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a flower in bloom in a snowstorm at night under the moon in the style of a magical Art Nouveau painting using pastel colors and bright lighting.




Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3, MAI, and GPT-4o models respectively), Some Art Nouveau Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025



Archaic Slab
New-New Hampshire: Muse
For The Muse
Simple
I'm not for pre-fixes,
I'm for love.
Not for politics' weight,
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push,
And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for love.
The Sky Goes Wonderful
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
And all I think about is the moon.
And you... marvelous you.
And chocolate...
And apple pie...
And I wonder...
Chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
The apple pie.
The chocolate.
The Marvel Us.
Just you.
Just me.
And chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
And
Just
Us.
Makes Sense
The world is
(n)either right
(n)either wrong
Anymore.
There’s no more
War anymore.
Well, maybe
That one.
The world is
Not too long,
Or too short
Anymore.
Not too much of
Much too much
Anything much
Anymore.
But this one thing is true:
That when I see you,
And you’re there,
And the stars,
And all that
Romantic shit
Is in the atmosphere,
Then the world is clear.
Life means something.
When you’re there,
And there’s that
Romantic shit
in the air,
The card aisle makes sense.
Hasta
Un dia,
Un dia mas
no sera,
no sera
necessario
ser un dia
ser un dia mas
necessario
a solas.
The Reason
Why do you look
Like everything I ever wanted?
Why do you look at me
Like the only thing I ever asked for?
The only reason
For the fight back was to see the way
You
Look at me.
Cada Vez
Letras que necesitan un cantante;
Palabras que quieren una canción.
Porque me preguntaste si podía;
Porque pensé que deberías saberlo.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay baile otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay fuego otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Te veo,
Te deseo
más que
el ultima vez.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
Diode Hung
Blues don’t fill shoes because
Blues ain't got nowhere
Shoes
Should you choose to choose to choose
This blues man, run as fast as he can
Man.
Should you be with me in that tree
When the lights go down on
Town,
And we see what things are under
Every star in new shoes under
Moonlight.
Right wherever you are tonight
This mind's on fire for your
Desire.
I’d run twice around the world,
But here you are in
Pixels.
And though I can’t kiss you, I can
Keep you in these comfortable
soles.
Each sole of these
Shoeless paid
My dues-yes-
Soles.
Sweet entreat you,
And me complete should meet
By pixel light binary delight the one to the zero,
I’m your hero, you’re my zero making my one sprung.
This Diode hung
hanging I
s
full
o
f wonder
full hung diode
spring
sprung
this one
and I’m
hung like
a diode
with this
ode to
you. Are
you twice
across the
world or
here binary
beautiful
love at first
byte you
here or twice
way half round
the whole world.
One plus Zero never
equaled two me and you
and the light too, are one.
Your Metaphorical Heart
This one is brilliant.
Dancing genuine dances.
Eyes blush, roll beautiful.
Nervous with her wonderful.
Strong how she survives a solar storm of too little,
Too many bits of light, the normal world calls magnificent.
The world has never been enough for you in being too much.
Too much what others do looks nothing
Like you in quiet moments; that you
You call genuine You.
But how to say it through wanting words
So an empty magnificent world would ever understand?
If only you had someone to tell you what causes
You so much loneliness is so much connection to so much else.
The so much else so many won’t ever see a connection to.
How can you be content in a world unable to recognize
How much love you hold in your metaphorical heart?
You remake The World.
Forever Moon Skies
I'd stare at the moon
All day.
All night.
Once with Love
Once with the memory
Of Love.
Without thought I'd feast
On moonlight and the memory
Of moonlight.
The Spirit
Of the Moon
And I
On the hillside in neglect
Of what others want
Of me.
What each night sky knows
Each sunrise lacks.
That Star.
That bully star!
Always
On the way,
(in the way)
Of
A perfect night sky.
Is there a galaxy anywhere
Untouched by starlight
Where poets sit on hillsides
In communion with forever moon skies
Unencumbered by the gravity
Of a ravenous star?
Saudade
Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away.
Rain.
Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds.
The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant.
Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now.
Pay attention: The rain demands attention right now.
I would like to have a day of sun be treated like a day of rain.
Landscapers and Laborers will see a day of rain and take the day off.
Dreamers and Lovers should see a day of sun and take the day off.
Not much dreaming or right kind of loving can be done on a sun-filled day.
We forget the beach on a rainy day;
But the beach loves a rainy day.
Someone to share a day of rain with.
Someone who is not: ‘not going out today.’
Someone regarding the rain shush the shock
And shake swagger of the sunshine days.
Someday a man has to face the prayer in his heart.
(Sao-
-Dhaj
-Eh’)
Thunder
Never a sunny day
Always never sunshine,
Even on a sunny day
A Sunshine- My dream.
(Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My sunshine.
Even on a sunshine day.
Where is my rain
My sunshine
Rain rainy
day
Today when the world is at bay
I can say what I say in a way
In this
way
I can
play
all day
and say
what I say
in this way
in the
rain, in the
rain, in this rain
all day
we can
play we
can say
Nothing.
My Sunshine,
My Saudade, (Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My Rain
We would do
Do nothing at all
We would do
Do alone together
We would do
Do Sunshine.
Do Rain.
If ever I do find you,
My Sunshine
My Saudade
My Rain.
A Certain Sad
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
That certain sad missing piece.
You’ll never know peace,
Without this missing piece.
Sad day right day to be with
That thing. That: -thing-thing-.
The only beautiful: -thing-thing-.
Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.
I’ve been casting not casting -Love.
Love Itself: That: -Thing-Thing
This welcomed sweet May rain.
This wonderful day to share with
-no one- or -only one-
So much grief in Beauty
That lost quiet sweet
-sad- sweet quiet loss.
Hope we meet for Ancient
Love before we die.
Long sad old soul Love.
Perhaps later, plan our days.
Talk of past dreams, today dreams,
Future dreams: Even that dream.
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
This Bay Window
It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand,
On this necessary neglected bay window.
But will I be absolved to keep the memories of:
When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine,
When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen knuckles,
When our acquitted embrace meant I made it, meant you made it,
Meant we made it?
Will I release reassured the persistent insistent long call of your touch,
Knew everything about this -right now- kind of unkind living,
And all the sins a soul will save to save itself?
For Pablo, Para Ti
“Soneto XVII
o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.”
-Pablo Neruda
For Pablo, Para Ti
I don’t love you like salt rose, topaz
Or a detonation of carnations that set fire wild-
Like assured obscured impressions love.
I love you -in secret- between shadow and soul.
I love you like a plant that does not bloom,
But carries hidden within, the light of its flowers,
And thanks to your love, the secret scent
Of the Earth’s kept-safe love, lives in me.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.
I love you direct- without problems or pride:
I don't know any other way to love.
Their way says I am not you, nor you me,
But your hand on my chest is my breath,
Your eyes close to be my dream.
My Most Powerful Peace
I’m crazy for a certain Muse.
This real body corporeal.
Sacrosanct, corporeal.
My sense jumped
At the sound of fireworks.
A grand finale
Here you are again.
A gain for one spirit
Dancer heart entrancer.
So much power.
My flower.
Your skin petal soft Cotton
Covered stomach peach fuzz fire.
Under breast and nip
And neck ear lip and lip
And tongue in
Then in more.
Only word in the world:
More.
We never end.
We never leave but believe.
This body is a king's castle.
You are my queen.
My most beloved,
Most powerful peace.
She Still
She still holds the night under the waves a lake can make.
She still keeps safe the dream of the moon.
A flower, a tree, or you and me, can’t be without the dark.
Too much of anything will kill you.
Someone tell the sun.
The moon shines back the light for you and me and love.
Simple
I'm not for pre-fixes.
I'm not for pre-fixes,
I'm for love.
Not for politics' weight,
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push,
And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for love.
~ Wynn ~
Love
I never met a dog I didn’t love...
I never met a dog I didn’t love...
There are dog scoundrels.

There are dog clowns.

There are dog queens.

There are dog drag queens.

There are dog elitists.

There are dog hippies.

But I never met a dog I didn’t love, right away.

It’s hard to love people,

The way it’s easy to love dogs.

~ Wynn ~
Living Right
2025.06.27
Friday, June 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Time for a scroll stroll through my words.
Warm up. Stretch. Relax.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Stellar Spectral Symphonies, words from +he Ghos+.
It's not motivational speech.
Though, I hope you find it motivating.
It's not Self-help literature.
Though, I hope it helps your Self.
It's a journal.
I share it publicly in case anyone is interested in what and how a poet thinks about life during these AI times, during any times at all.
The world never changes much, people and our toys do.
What makes a story never changes.
What makes up a story does.
Spaceships and superheroes and Science-fiction sprawls our screens to paint the same old-storied dreams in a new light.
Even our romance reads went supernatural.
Even a dream-lover can be a werewolf-wizard king.
Because there's nothing more epic than the dream of love.
A culture's understanding of the definition of love writes its history.
Kings and Queens, Helen of Troy, your home life looks better than mine ways are the cause and continuation of every war.
Every story is a love story.
The denial of love makes a villain.
The physical actions to serve love make a hero.
This is not Valentine's Day Card thinking.
This is 'what life is truly about' thinking.
We don't have to be intimately involved with another to protect their right to intimacy.
Love isn't a foolish dream, it's the feeling we're living right.
We're winning at our life when we say we love and are loved.
Love your work. You win.
Love your partner. You win.
Love your friends. You win.
Love your dog. You win.
Loving yourself means making sure what's in your life, what you're loving, is loving you back in a way that feels like love to you.
Love is the body and soul harmonizing: "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Sometimes with an exclamation point, sometimes with a period, never with a question mark.
Serve your dream, thoughts, and feelings of love, and you serve yourself the opportunity for a successful life that you feel is successful.
Love isn't a mystery; it's right living.
How we treat what and who we have in our lives determines our opportunity to experience love.
More stuff, more money, more renown...
More of anything never brings success, unless it's more of what you love that returns your love.
A dog is an easy example.
I give Abe my love; love comes right back.
My work, too.
I give my words my love; love of reading them comes right back.
Simple.
Take care, recognize one thing you love that loves you back, call that feeling living right and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Lola Gets
2025.06.02
Monday, June 2, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Howdy.
How's it going?
Body flowin'?
Getting it done?
A little fun in the sun?
Answering some questions from your friendly Ghos+?
Good.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Fun with fancy free in the air this morning.
Not sure the usual going rate for fancy, but today your fancy is free!
Free, that's a word to talk about, a concept to define.

Freedom is a matter of the ability to choose and the nature of choice.
Rules govern Nations. We adapt and change our rules, call them laws, and we have the foundation for a free society.
We're born free to choose what to do with our surroundings. Our surroundings are the results of shared choices.

Time spent with a friend is time spent sharing choices. This holds true in all dealings, business, romantic, and family, too.
Freedom is the measure of the flexibility in a relationship.

Abe!
New Squeaky Toy Day!
She's no Princess Pata, but she is a purple dragon named Lola.
And "Whatever Lola wants," we know, "Lola gets."

She wants Abe to slow down, get to know her first before heading right for her squeakers.
Yes, squeaker(s)!
Lola is no average woman; she's got five.
Dragon-sized love for my romantic dog.
But only if he old-fashioned takes his time and gets to know her first.

Lola knows she's a rare woman. She's not just giving her goods away. Abe's got to earn her love.
The way it ought to be.

Take care, enjoy your freedom by sharing choices with another, slow down and get to know each other, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
