Wynn
More Than the Sound and the Spelling
There's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
Monday, February 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Good show, how'd your dreams go?
Sunrise inches closer to an acceptable hour, hints at Spring.
A good feel in the air today, vibes vibing right, such a delight, set to do the day right.
A rhyme always has a sense of joy and self-awareness in it.
Every rhyme reminds it's true,
Someone writes these words for you.
See, as long as you can read, you're never alone.
Glad you're here.
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Poetry verse went free and left you and me with guitar chords and drum machines, bass lines to pass our lyrics to.
But there's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
It's the sound of each sentence in your head as you read.
Are we in tune yet? O/
This head voice, where dreams go to search for words, is what writers share on every page and screen.
It's also the place that separates people from animals. You can craft your dreams into words.
Language is our shareable inheritance from the story called humanity.
Every word is like a story told around a campfire to our children to keep the ways of our race going.
When a mother points at a chair and says the world aloud, 'chair, chair' to her baby to teach them, that child receives more than just the sound and the spelling. They inherit their mother's whole understanding of the story of that word.
A mother that's a painter has a much different read on the story of a chair than a mother that's a carpenter.
When you speak and write, every story of every word you've ever processed goes into every sentence you share.
It has to. It's what language is for: to share this dream called humanity.
The understanding of the stories we share determines the quality of our relationships.
My work, the work of a poet, is to craft each line with these stories in mind to offer new ways to understand your catalog of words.
Poetry expands the possibilities of language and so... the possibilities of humanity.
You can only ever be as good as the understanding you have of the words you choose.
Consider your stories of what's important to you in your life. Do they serve your dream of a good life?
If not rewrite them, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person sitting by a window at sunrise writing while daydreaming.
The Sun Knows
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
There's always something new.
Every sunrise shows a sequence of light different from the day before.
Thinking on what's been gained waking up to record each dawn.
For almost two years what the sunrise brings, the wonder of each, is recorded here.
With all the flash and volume of The World as bright and loud as it's been, I thought the ways and rhythms of how a poet views life could be medicinal.
A guy caught in the act of doing what he loves every morning, first thing, under the spectacle called sunrise, ought to be educational to everyone.
At the very least, a reminder of The Greatest Light Show on Earth, The Illumination that makes The World possible: The Sunrise.
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
We wake and stretch into this Celestial Software called A Day.
If you feel your life lacks inspiration and wonder, there's an easy fix.
Get up, sit alone, and watch The Sunrise.
As color and warmth return to all things remember it doesn't have to be this way. Wonder why it is, why it keeps going, what opportunities it allows for you.
All of humanity's greatest inventions mirror Mother Nature and the ways of The Universe.
A rock rolls... we make a wheel.
So what's up with the picture world of colors on your phone screen?
The Sun knows.
A rock rolls to make a wheel possible.
The Sun shines to make The Internet,
To light up every screen.
Day and Night make the original binary light.
A Big Bang? More like pressing the power button on.
Thanks for sharing another sunrise with me, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of The Sun typing on a laptop.
Archaic Slab
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
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a gardener watering a flower garden at sunrise.
Archaic Slab
I Learned to Walk Again
2026.02.13 Four years ago an SUV traveling around fifty miles an hour crossed a double yellow and drove right into my driver's seat.
Friday, February 13, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Happy Death Day. O/
Four years ago an SUV traveling around fifty miles an hour crossed a double yellow and drove right into my driver's seat.
I flatlined and woke up three days later in an ICU with my left leg split in two and a hospital team of doctors and nurses waiting for me to be conscious enough to operate to put it back together.
Bone now wraps itself around the metal rod connecting my left knee to my ankle.
It took about a year, but I learned to walk again.
The nerve damage to my left side is finally feeling healed. Evidently nerves required more time to heal than my nearly severed leg.
Damaged nerve endings can cause a whole world of strange symptoms.
These past four years are a catalog called: A World of Strange Symptoms.
I work in as much peace and quiet as I can make and let the healing finish its job.
There's been more than Ghostly reasons for my Ghostly ways. Anonymity has been part of my medical treatment plan.
The idea is to write.
Discussing writing with others is a joy I look forward to, but not at the expense of my health.
The idea is to write consistently.
Nerves are an interesting thing to heal. Modern medicine still has so many question marks on them.
Nerves respond to stress... as much peace and quiet as I can make....
The idea is to write, to keep working.
A journal rarely going personal is ironic.
Irony is a poet's business; we're right at home.
Today went personal.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a zombie wearing a birthday hat watching the sunrise.
Archaic Slab
A Little Wonder with Your Breakfast
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
Thursday, February 12, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder falls every morning on Wonder Fell.
Literally. O/
Welcome to the show.
A little wonder with your breakfast.
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
"Why every morning? Why so many, so much, so often these words of wonder, Wynn?"
-Interesting (and wordy) Reader
Like a doctor prescribes extra Vitamin D to help with your deficiency, so the prolific words of Wonder Fell roll on.
Thanks for reading.
How's your sense of Wonder?
The healthiest people have the healthiest senses of Wonder.
So how's yours?
All you got to do is look up and ask the sky why to find out.
Awe with a solemn gratitude for being alive returns for an answer when your sense of wonder is healthy.
"What about you, Wynn? How's your sense of Wonder today?"
-Compassionate Reader
Alive and well, thank you very much.
Wondering about Wonder Fell itself.
The shape and sustainability of it.
It's my morning journal, so I will continue it everyday for as long as I can. But... publish it?
So long as it keeps helping: Yes.
You see all Art is an act of generosity, a free giving.
There's something an artist notices, some dream so wonderful they want to share.
They pick a craft and steer the ways of that vessel with pens, keyboard keys, paint, and musical scores; until their wonderful dream is felt fully shared.
My journal will always be full of words and ways to share my greatest dreams. The world could use some help remembering what Life is truly about: Dreams and doing dreams to make Life a more enjoyable and sustainable experience.
Colore continues and will have a significant steady place here again soon enough.
It's not just a novel; it's an Epic Poem.
So I work on the structure and presentation.
Poets differ from other writers in how we use the printed word. Geometry is also a poet's consideration... as is lyric and meter.
Colore can be worth so much; I just want to get it right.
And so I write.
Thanks again for reading, check the sky, check your wonder, and share it.
And make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person on a boat on a lake at sunrise.
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
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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
People Who Enjoy Quiet Rooms
If everyone in the World could easily sit quietly in a room alone everyday for thirty minutes, almost every tragedy of humanity would subside.
Tuesday, February 10, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The Sun shows about a minute earlier everyday until the solstice in June.
How did we forget?
Fire and electric lights... is the answer.
Undertaking this Wonder Fell project has taught many things, some practical, others metaphysical, the thoughts we think at daybreak.
At least poets do. O/
Like: If the Sun isn't up and it's past 6 AM in the Northeast, it's Winter.
Real quality of life details we so rarely consider. Every plant cares when the Sun rises, each animal too.
Fire and electric lights got us out of sync with the World.
They're a help in so many ways... sure.
But we have to use our technology to compliment rather than deny Nature... to encourage and direct her.
It's gratitude and taking care of our house.
And ourselves.
Our bodies are made of the Earth. The smart thing to do is to recognize how the World works best and mirror it to care for our bodies.
When we push against Life, life pushes back.
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The most interesting thing regarding showing up at the same time everyday to keep a 'what's on your mind' journal is the eclectic nature of the entries.
My life is a writer's life: dependable comfortable peace and quiet is obligatory.
And well earned.
Artists must be soft in their lives to be loud through their work.
In a culture that's put sensationalism and a go-get-it get-er-done attitude on a pedestal, the ways of successful writers and artists don't easily add up to so many.
The space required to do our work is a quiet room. People who enjoy quiet rooms are labeled depressed, or so many other things, these days.
If everyone in the World could easily sit quietly in a room alone everyday for thirty minutes, almost every tragedy of humanity would subside.
Readers and Artists know this truth.
There's more to life than fireworks and faster.
There's the beautiful dream called yourself.
And it is Beautiful.
Have you checked in with yourself long enough to recognize it?
Life isn't an arbitrary duty; it's an opportunity to make something wonderful.
Take care and make something wonderful.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person sitting in a quiet room looking out a window at sunrise.
Archaic Slab
Reliable Beauty
2026.02.09 If you think of The Cosmetics Aisle at your local store, I apologize for American Poetry's neglect of Beauty.
Monday, February 09, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Something Beautiful, something worthwhile.
Where is it?
Reliable Beauty, what every sunrise brings. Interesting poets stayed away and slept in for so long.
There's a lot of talk on Wonderfell of Beauty (the Capital B variety). It's the business I'm in; it's my work.
Poetry is the Capital B Beauty Business.
How's your relationship to what's Beautiful?
If you think of The Cosmetics Aisle at your local store, I apologize for American Poetry's neglect of Beauty.
Cosmetics are Fashion and Fashion is expression: Beauty Exists.
The things we make... a house is rarely Beautiful, a cathedral so often is.
There's a sense of wonder in every sunrise and stone set in every cathedral.
Poetry isn't Religion only evidence Faith's a good idea.
Every sunrise is a Beautiful promise kept from somewhere.
Thoughts on Beauty, Faith, and Love as the Sun shows.
It's work long neglected by people. Dismissal of what's Beautiful about Life leads to the state of affairs in America at present.
What a poet's work represents isn't for a card aisle in a Pharmacy; it's medicine itself.
Every reason to wake up and live is my work's focus.
For the chance to experience something Beautiful... is the best reason to wake up.
I take the guesswork out and make sure I see the Sunrise everyday.
I meet it doing what I love: Sharing words with you.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person standing outside of a Pharmacy watching the Sunrise.
