The Potential for Something Beautiful

Tuesday, August 04, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Just before dawn. A cool Summer evening fades into day.

Glad you're here. There's so many other versions of your screen to look at. Why choose a poet's morning journal? There's the potential for something Beautiful here.

Thank you for being, in this over-digitalized world we find ourselves in, someone brave and wise enough to recognize the power and place for Beauty in our lives.

Not a Cosmetics aisle, a certain sunrise... Beautiful.

For the past week or so these morning posts evolved around the very practical hazards of AI. I'd rather write the sunrise, swoon the Moon.

But someone qualified to discuss the actual powers of the written word needed to voice the true ethical concerns with Artificial Intelligence. A poet's job is language creation: I spoke up.

Glad to be done. If Scientific reasoning were my cup of tea I'd be drinking it.

So long as there's Beauty in a sunrise, love and longing in the Moon; there's a need for poets.

Remove the joy and wonder from every astronaut headed to space and I'll stop writing. Because what's up with wonder? Where's joy factor into all the rocket science?

Living Life alive! Someone's got to mind the store. Thank you Artists and lovers of Art for knowing there's more to Life than what counting can do.

There's adjectives!

There's colors complementing each other.

There's the arrangement of notes into harmonies.

There's certain sets of certain words wove into certain sentences to make you laugh, cry, or change your whole life.

Sunrise paints a clear Summer sky. Hope you enjoy it.

Hope more you wonder why you can.

Thanks for reading.