Wynn
A Poet's Paint
A place for a poet to have a conversation with his Country.
Sunday, February 01, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The healthy way to start your day.
Thanks for being healthy. O/
True health starts on the inside.
The amount of stress your body feels determines its well-being.
So stressing out counting calories is counter-intuitive.
If you enjoy counting... it's a fine thing to do.
Interesting morning, health on the mind.
I wonder how many journal entries the world over deal with topics of physical well-being.
A large percent I'm sure.
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Wonder Fell's turned into more than just a journal. It's become a place for a poet to have a conversation with his Country.
Because what's missing most from America is what Poets do best: A quiet introspection and an appreciation of moments.
There are so many of us who believe the only way to make a song sound better is to turn up the volume.
Give that sentence a thought or two and you'll see it's the cause of all our Nation's unrest.
Our music and our media are worth more than a volume button consideration.
Substance over image... the substance makes the true value of the image: The Ghost Point.
How we shape and arrange the materials of our lives determines our worldly success. But how we choose, and what we choose, depends on the substance of our character.
How we do anything at all defines our ultimate success.
How we use our words determines their success. This is poet's work.
We're focused on how language works.
The properties of paint say what an Artist can paint.
The substance of language is a poet's paint.
And so Wonder Fell... to defend the materials of my work.
There's more to language than exclamation points. Someone tell our media and entertainment industry that periods, questions marks, and lyricism still exist. Someone show the view out our windows and on our screens is the result of not valuing them.
Someone is. O/
Thank you for reading. Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Don't Be an NPC
Unlock a few quests.
Saturday, January 31, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
An easy pun for sure, but this journal is a record of where wonder falls every morning.
Life goes better with a sense of wonder. Perhaps if you've lost yours you might find a reignition switch here.
That's my hope.
I could of course name it For The Wynn, but I'm not talking to, or about, myself. This is For You.
Creative thought, more specifically poetical thinking, is sorely lacking from our days and ways of life. We're paying the price for it lately.
We're creators first; we build places for our dreams.
Really. That's what you are: a being made to build places for dreams.
How are your dreams? What are you building today?
If you don't know what dream you're creating, you're serving someone else's dream.
You're an NPC.
Don't be an NPC.
Unlock a few quests.
A quest is a dream you want to see made real. Making it real is the work of heroes.
And the way to live a purposeful life.
If you know how a story works, you know how to make your dreams come true.
You have a hope (dream), you take the steps (quest) to make it real (dream comes true).
It's why stories work; they're reflective.
Life lives the ways of story.
In order to have hope, you have to have a sense of wonder.
The all important: May-Be.
"I wonder... maybe things can be better if I..."
-Hero About to Unlock a Quest
Find an NPC to help you get started. Gather your materials. Level up. Then go and make your dream real, Hero.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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We Are Our Words
2026.01.30
Friday, January 30, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
How's your llama, Mama? Still got that drama? Here's some helpful karma for your llama farmer dharma.
Time to lighten up with some sunshine. O/ Glad you're back.
On with our show...
Faith Esperanza James Speech, for Colore OTW:
"There's peace in the air, in the streets, if we want it.
It comes down to how we use our words and why.
When voices of hope and common decency drown out the sounds of terror in our major cities, we'll win.
Good people, now is not the time to be quiet. Our Country, our homes, need your words.
The perversion of The Press caused this mess. It's time to set the record straight. Voting isn't enough this time, America.
Speak up. Share words and good deeds with each other. Out loud.
If you think words aren't enough, remember Our whole Country is founded, and stands on, a document.
America, We are Our words.
Speak up.
The lies, the perversion of The Press, is a perversion of America itself.
The Government won't care unless you do, and silence is not the way to be heard.
Silence is still consent to every United States Senator."
Thanks for reading. Publishing An Anthology of poems and essays quite soon. Stay tuned.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Our Medicine or Poison
2026.01.29
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Good morning, The Wondefell Way.
Wax on with the Moon Poet with the Sun on the way.
How's your day?
Business talk thoughts this morning. Colore, of course, is still in the works. Expect a lot of content in it next month.
Finishing up production of an anthology of poems and short poetic essays to release in the next few weeks.
It's time; it's presentation.
The Country could use some practical words of Hope in a new way. O/
We all do our part, or we all fall apart.
The cause of all of America's ills right now is our use of language.
Our media and the majority of our politicians use words for their own convenience and not the public good.
They're in the wrong professions.
We don't go into Government to make a fortune. We go into politics to help us all be more fortunate.
The purpose of a free press is to bring people together not tear us apart.
It's words; it's respect of profession.
Someone's got to stand up for our words. A Nation whose foundation is a living document cannot survive on lies of convenience.
I'd rather write about the sunrise, but we could use a reminder. And as words are my life and they're under fire, I'm stepping up.
If you wouldn't trust someone to watch your children, don't vote for them.
Because caring for our children is part of their job.
Colore, and the anthology (the name's a surprise) I'll soon publish formally, discuss the topic of language's responsibility and role in the world.
In a poetical kind of way, of course.
Words are our medicine or poison.
It's time we remember.
Thanks for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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AI's Lack: Looking out for Pablo's Rep
What makes Michelangelo makes The Ceiling of The Sistine Chapel.
Wednesday, January 28, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're back. O/
Pleasure, comfort, health and well-being my hopes for you. Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Moonlight keeps watch while the Sun comes back around.
What's new? Another morning after dreams so vivid like a cinema projection show in the mind while I slept.
I wonder about dreams, what they're for, and why we don't consider and talk about them more.
Perhaps one day after AI makes Science passé we'll venture into the world of dreams.
We measure a dream's value by our artistic representation of it.
I see humanity moving this way.
The advent of AI leads to putting Science on autopilot and freeing us to dream.
Artificial Intelligence is a boon to Artists when viewed properly.
Every Artist, Writer, and Musician is a part of every painting, story and song they create. What makes Michelangelo makes The Ceiling of The Sistine Chapel.
One cannot exist without the other.
No matter how technologically advanced AI becomes it could never create anything at all unless a dreamer with a vision and the skill to make it real did first.
Think of AI mimicking Art like this:
A translation of poetry.
I am not a native speaker of Spanish, however I've heard great things about Pablo Neruda's poetry.
Each time I read an English translation of his poetry I'm appalled at, quite frankly, how awful it sounds.
Surely the translations must be lacking?
Neruda is one of The Spanish Language's most revered poets.
What's missing from the translations of Neruda's poems to English is what's missing in AI generated art.
Translators are focused on the words and not the essence of the words.
I feel a little slight of a Poet's Pride for Pablo every time I read an English translation. So, one day, I put my years of study of Spanish and Poetry to work and set to right his reputation with The English speaking world.
AI leaves out the essence; AI is always a collaborative translation.
Like reading Neruda in English.
What For Pablo, Para Ti exemplifies is this poet's poetic translation of another poet's experience.
Match For Pablo, Para Ti with any intellectual translation of the same poem to see all the hazards of AI.
There are just some things a computer can never express.
All that makes Life worth living, for example.
I'll be releasing a formal anthology of poems soon. Part of this post will be included.
The purpose of the Neruda exercise is +he Ghos+ Point.
We bring ourselves to everything we experience.
Nowhere is this clearer than while we read.
We show ourselves in everything we create.
Nowhere is this clearer than while we make Art.
To exemplify your essence's experience of an experience is the point and purpose of all Artistic Endeavors.
AI can never experience Life, can never speak only translate.
Take care, create something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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For the Sake of Words
Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.
Tuesday, January 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
We write the morning; we do the day.
We march one step and sip of our coffee or tea to see the words match our dreams.
Hope all's well Dear Reader. O/
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For the sake of words... definitely the title.
What my work is about lately: The poetry of words.
A poem about words is like biting your own teeth.
But with all the babble on blaring around us, someone ought to point out the cause.
How we treat our words is how we value life.
A world without language is a monkey's mess.
Words, like people, are alive.
Language needs dreamers to keep it going. A word is never done, never dead.
Humanity evolves because its language does.
The link between evolution and language is a redundancy.
The only way to evolve is to grow our understanding.
That means to heal and expand our expressions.
And so I write.
Every morning.
Thanks for reading.
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Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.
Your words really do matter that much.
Your language is the art you use to communicate yourself to the world.
Be clear. Be sincere. Your voice, written or said, is the masterpiece you share with life itself.
A lie told is a disingenuous brushstroke, a rookies mistake, a disservice to the painter as well as the viewer.
When you listen to and take your advice from falsehoods you follow a GPS app that gives bad directions.
You never get where you intend to go. You walk, drive, live around frustrated all your efforts do nothing more than get you more lost.
This is why my Country hasn't healed since the time of Covid. We're being fed lies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And too many are eating what's served as opposed to choosing something better.
The modern media machine in America, at present, is a GPS app that gives bad directions.
It's no longer enough to only refuse to watch and listen to the lies, we now must serve and share something better.
Consider Wonder Fell something better shared; a Poet stepping up.
As always thanks for being here, take care, share words of hope, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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So We Can Best Express Ourselves
Somewhere in the piled on spectacles from the Internet, AI, manipulative politicians, and a media for hire we forgot.
Monday, January 26, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome or Welcome Back. O/
Here's where we write during sunrise whatever the sunrise brings.
Words are our greatest gift. I, a poet of some note (a B sharp of course), see the world forgetting the power of language, see the damage it's causing and set about to help it heal.
That's what Wonder Fell is all about... remembering true power and value is in how we use our words.
Somewhere in the piled on spectacles from the Internet, AI, manipulative politicians, and a media for hire we forgot.
Money doesn't make the world go 'round; words do.
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Every brushstroke from only Da Vinci paints The Mona Lisa. There is only one true expression of his dream.
Your words are brushstrokes to paint your expression of a good life.
Imitation is for learning how to better express ourselves.
We learn to paint like Da Vinci so we can better paint like ourselves.
We learn to speak and write like others so we can best express ourselves.
AI is an educational tool. Any other use of it is a disgrace to what it means to be human. Using AI to make choices for you is an act of surrendering your humanity.
Artificial Intelligence is a great tool to help us do our work and live our lives. But we must always choose how to employ it.
Your Life is the expression of your Life and that is always up to you.
Use your whole environment to help you learn how best to express your dreams of a good life, then express away.
Faith Esperanza James Campaign Speech:
"Our words are under fire, America.
This Living Document Nation is under attack at our foundation.
What does Freedom mean to you?
What about Liberty and Justice?
Our shared understanding of a few words make Our Country.
Does America look free to you?
Are you a citizen?
If so you better be able to answer yes or you're not living where you think you are.
Talk with each other. Remind one another we're in this together.
Ours is a Nation whose foundations rest on the power of words.
Let's get our definitions straightened out so we can start being who we believe we are."
A nice speech, and a side-story to be, to start the day for Colore.
Take care, talk about freedom, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of a person wearing a dunce cap painting The Mona Lisa.
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A Few New Considerations
We, as writers, must write what we love to read to have any success.
Sunday, January 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your day? O/
What topics are on your mind?
The direction of the weather and Wonder Fell for me this morning.
Arctic Temps give way to snow late today.
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Colore updates! That's the way we'll discuss what's up with The Epic in this journal.
More World building yesterday.
Posting a story as you write it sets up a few new considerations. The first is editing. The second is cohesion.
Practically put, I've been writing for decades. I know my voice and how to make a sentence. If classic grammar doesn't like one of my commas, remember I'm a poet, check my poetic license (Wonder Fell works), and move on.
Cohesion's the thing.
Making up a story as we go is part of the joy of writing. Creating the rules and ways of the story world are what's going on behind the scenes in Colore.
It's a fantasy writer's bane and beautiful. I'm enjoying working with the genre. We, as writers, must write what we love to read to have any success.
For me, my always 'love-to-reads' are poetry, Emerson's Essays, and any fantasy story like: Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, and Narnia's tales... coming of age Wonderland tales.
And so... the poems, the daily essays, and The Epic all found here.
So Wonder Fell marches on. Essays, and poems, an Epic... Oh My!
Btw, The Of Sorts Gallery (of sorts) is still on. We're in development mode. We'll stick with a single pen and ink stick figure pic by an algorithm of doodlers everyday until then.
Back to World Building for me.
And back to you making wonderful your wonderful day.
Thanks for reading. O/
Wynn
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