America
Thoughts on America
Have You Noticed?
2026.03.21 It all started with the meme.
Saturday, March 21, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Words of hope, encouragement, and wonder for a new world.
And it is new.
Have you noticed?
Men and women wanting to be women and men regardless of their bathroom routines. Robots and computers that do our work for us. Software to simulate intelligence. The ability to talk with almost anyone, at anytime, in any Country, in almost any language.
The World is a place for boarders and not borders.
Have you noticed as much, how similar we are?
It all started with the meme.
Different cultures taught for centuries we were so different found out through the use of memes, we're all so very much alike.
We moved on to showing our relationships with cats and dogs and brought the world into our homes in a relatable way.
If The Internet has taught us anything, it's that mothers and fathers the whole world over want the same things for their families.
If we spent as much time helping each other as we do blaming each other, we'd have World Peace in a year.
American politics at present is a very loud microcosm of how too many of The World's cultures have refused to get along as far back as history records.
Quite frankly it's childish greed and limited foresight that cause all the major conflicts of The World.
A survival of the fittest attitude forgets your survival is based on the quality of your environment... forgets the quality of your environment is based on the well-being of others.
Helping care for others is taking care of yourself.
So I send you words of hope, encouragement, and wonder every morning to help myself out, too.
Selfish? No. The way life works.
We get what we give. Plant an acorn you get an oak, not a rose garden.
Blame another for your hardships, you get blamed right back. You don't get a rose garden or a peaceful solution.... any solution at all.
Leaders that blame those they lead poison their own food before they eat it.
Thoughts on The World Stage with sunrise this morning.
Drab sky, clouds for a maybe Spring rain maybe some sunshine.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a dog and a cat shaking paws standing on top of The World using an indigo color palette.
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A Literal Process
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Monday, March 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Rain. The first light of dawn.
Like the best restaurant waiter comes to ask you how's your meal, so Wonder Fell inquires: How's your sunshine?
Did you get what you hoped for?
With all this wishing upon all these stars, funny how we forget the Sun's one too.
If it's day, there's no reason to search for a star to send your wishes to. Just look up.
If physics has anything to do with making wishes come true, it'll get here faster. The Sun's the granter of dreams closest to us.
Fairytales and daydreams, poetry and an epic poem... words that make lasting change.
Wonder Fell's cup of tea.
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The only way to ever truly change anything is to update your definitions of your words.
It's the reason for censorship and why poets in cultures long ago were treated with such respect.
Our craft is the only way change sticks.
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Update your definitions to upgrade your life.
America's been stuck in the muck on some very important words since our inception.
We've debated, we've marched, we've shed blood to prove our points. But none of those efforts instituted a lasting change.
Because the definitions remain.
Freedom, justice, race, equality... are some examples of words stuck in American muck.
The only way to heal our divides of understanding is to institute new stories to grow the definitions of our key Constitutional terms.
It takes poets and artists and musicians to paint a new picture of America to live in.
This is not pie-in-the-sky poet daydreamy thinking. This is the way civilizations are built and endure.
Colore is a starting point.
So I go back to it.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Why I Went Ghost
2026.02.23 It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Monday, February 23, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
March's 'in like a lion' is about a week early. Snow, wind, blizzard-like environment for some of the Eastern United States.
Winter waves hello to Spring with post game party highlight reels.
Hope your weather is well... at least worth a poetic description or two.
Every morning for about a year and a half, I wrote down the sunrise at sunrise.
It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Why I went Ghost... to remember with all this social media madness, all this distorted News, what living deliberately is all about.
Waking up to do the work you love is the best reason to wake up at all.
No alarm clock needed.
Sounds ideal to most, but after fighting for remission and winning, then beating Death and learning to walk again, I believe ideal sounds fair to me.
Do you give yourself enough credit?
You should; you've been through a lot.
There's this helpful habit called shaking it off I picked up a longtime ago.
The only issue with using it often is not giving yourself enough recognition for your accomplishments.
So I'm doing that this morning.
- Chronic auto-immune illness that took over a decade and a half of a healthy adult-life from me: Beat into remission. Check.
- SUV at over fifty mph that broke a double yellow and landed in my lap in my driver's seat flat-lining me dead, snapping my left leg in two, and damaging multiple nerves on my left-side: All healed and walking again. Check.
- Dream to share words of hope to help the World and my Country as often as I can that I've had for decades: O/ Check.
Give yourself some credit and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy day, On the Way
How do we know sometimes?
Thursday, February 19, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A healthy way to start your day.
Glad you agree. O/
Happy day, on the way.
How do we know sometimes?
It's a question I often ask each morning. All the sunrises in this contained environment, hundreds of them, what remarkable do they have in common?
Every sunrise brings a new experience.
Celestial fire never casts the exact same ray.
The Sun is a consistent agent for what's new.
Today our star is pouring happy in my neck of the woods.
I hope similar light finds you in a similar way to receive it.
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Speaking of Hope... I've got the structure to Colore just about finished. Assembling New-New Hampshire, cleaning, and redesigning Wonder Fell took precedence.
In big literary circle language, a story (especially an Epic) has to be cathartic as well as didactic.
In more humane language, an Epic has to make you feel something and teach or remind you that you know something.
Shakespeare and The Ancient Greeks did it best. Aesop and The Brothers Grimm weren't too shabby at it either.
It's been a long time since humanity had any new tales that dealt with morality directly.
The result of which is the state of our current American News Media.
We can only ever be as good as our stories allow.
Time for some new stories to help heal our News stories.
Take care, enjoy your particular sunshine, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Smiling Sun rising over a woody landscape.
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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.
How Stories Shape Our World
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Thursday, February 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Something new and tried and true... The Sunrise.
And Wonder Fell. O/
Glad to be read by you.
On with our show...
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Practical matters lately. Getting New-New Hampshire set for formal publication.
Colore is still in the works. No worries, Dear Reader, we won't leave Hope, and Finn, and Langston standing at the threshold much longer.
There's the site redesign and clean up.
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Do you read Wonder Fell at night?
How ironic of you.
Having such a good relationship with irony, we're sure to be great friends.
Poet: Irony is in the job description.
Poets do write stories too, by the way.
When a poet writes a story it's called an Epic.
Wynn, The Poet, writes an Epic; it's called: Colore.
It's in the works. I post progress of it here and discussion of working on it here.
At present, the storyline is on pause to finish some world building.
One of the main differences between a poetical Epic story and the novels we're used to is the structure.
Poetry uses the form of the text to help shape its message.
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Dr. Seuss is an example of a poet using verse to help shape the story's message.
Colore is not a story for children, though there maybe a rhyme from time to time.
The poetic shape is that of characters experiencing mythic type stories and then juxtaposing the moral message of those events to happenings in the modern world: The Side-Stories.
The intent of Colore is to remind us how our stories shape our World.
It shows why The State of our Modern Press is our poison at present. It's a reminder of our responsibility to share better tales to see a better world.
We can only ever be as good as the dream we have of Ourselves.
Poets and Artists of all types shape ways to express what is possible to experience.
Our Arts and Entertainment industry in America right now is just as responsible for our Nation's divide as is The Press.
Where's Hope Hollywood?
Hope is in every story told well and every honest brushstroke of every Artist.
And so I write.
It takes words to heal Our Nation of Words.
Stories are always the best way to take that kind of medicine.
Popular music lyrics, as well, help give Hope.
Artists of America someone's got to be the adult in our Country's dividing room. My Vote is for The Arts to step up and heal Our troubled Nation.
Take care, if you're an Artist of any kind consider what hope you can share and where, then share it and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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We're a Nation of Words
Poets and Literary Artists are the only means of medicine that ever heal Our Nation because we are a Nation of Words.
Wednesday, February 04, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The sunrise returns sooner everyday, as of late.
Despite what groundhogs and meteorologists say, more opportunity to have a shadow at all, and not if you see it, is the true indicator of when Spring arrives.
Hope all's well, Dear Reader.
On with our show...
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The site changed! Wonder Fell updated its wardrobe. A new poem, which is now the title for the anthology of poetry here arrived:
A recognition of some of poetry's short story in our Country, with reference to Frost's anthology of about a century ago for the title.
America's changed a lot since then. Our views drastically shifted on some very poetical topics.
The stations of Poetry: Love, Faith, Joy, and Common Decency; look and sound vastly New.
It was time for an update.
A Nation built on a living document is only as strong as its shared understanding of its words.
Poets and Literary Artists are the only means of medicine that ever heal Our Nation because we are a Nation of Words.
What we talk about everyday as a Country, and how we talk about it, defines all that we can be.
Right now with the state of our Press and Arts our words aren't meaning all they could, so they don't mean all they should.
It's our Poet's, our Artist's, our Storyteller's responsibility to keep what's best about us always in the forefront of our thoughts.
The Arts give us language to express what is best about us.
We haven't seen much, if any, of what's best about us for some time in words.
And so I write with the sunrise every morning as a civic duty to remind us what's wonderful about us.
Words are my Life, my Love, my Livelihood; just like The United States.
We have so much in common.
Would we rather have what Our Country means defined by the state of The Press at present or by our greatest and most compassionate Artists?
Would we rather an American Shakespeare help to define what freedom and justice for all means or our current Nightly News?
Time to start listening to our Artists and our hearts again, America.
Let's take care of each other by redefining the meaning of the right of all of us to have Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness.
I'm not so usually so blatantly patriotic, but clarity is the most important aspect in Art and Life.
We're a Nation of Words and they're under fire, twisted and corrupted to serve a few.
I'm a poet; words are my Life and Livelihood. The trash perverting language, and so the very foundations of our Country, are messing also with my Love, my work, my Life.
And so I write.
We're so much better than we're allowing ourselves to be, America.
Remember what Freedom means to you, look around, see that's threatened right now, talk to each other about what you value, and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen illustration of an open book on a table shaped like the United States of America at sunrise.
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New-New Hampshire
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms,
While fed-up unapologetic looms in each street...
A pharmaceutical salesman from California said:
"You can buy this same dose,
(this exact same pill)
For 100, 200, 300% less in another Country."
I told him:
"A Nation that advertises medicine is always sick."
My poetry was wasted on his bottom-line mind.
His wares wasted on me.
Words are my nectar,
Ambrosia, Olympus in a cup.
If what the salesman with the Pacific seaside tan says is true,
(can we ever trust a salesman or elect one President?)
I'll order the balm online directly from Greece.
Depending on the tariffs
A round trip flight may be more economical.
Catch a classical Tragedy in Athens.
Good for your health and wallet.
Heard an audio visual tech representative from New York
(the City and the State)
Blare his sound systems made him a fortune.
He hipped and hopped:
"The subwoofers might as well be seismic gold."
I told him:
"The trouble with treble is it prefers quiet introspective mettle."
He didn't hear me. How could he?
Why would he? With bass so seismically oversized.
Online shoppers in all of America say the World
Is full of mountains, lakes, and seaside shores.
They say:
"Many vacation destinations are five-star review worthy."
Presently I'm living in New Hampshire;
Enjoying all of them,
Rather than bothering to write a five-star review.
~Wynn ~
Read the whole anthology (top of the page) or this friendly link.