Dreams
What's the use?
Consider the AI Prompt
Welcome to The Art Show fellow nerds. O/
Wednesday, May 06, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Every sunrise is a new Art Exhibit.
Every Day another chance to exist in a picturescape of wonder.
Hundreds of sunrises recorded in a row now... Poetically. A reflection of a poet in the looking glass called morning.
"Poetry? In the time of AI? Huh?"
-Businessperson
"It's our only hope."
-Artist
Quite soon the business of humanity turns to Art.
Really.
Consider the AI prompt...
Soon the most novel and inspired prompts will be what measures success.
Enter The Age of Poets.
Well... one can dream.
Obviously.
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A Large Language Model is Science's best representation of a human with correct answers.
Grok, Gemini, and Claude are 'A' students.
But there's a whole lot more to Life than acing an exam.
There's teaching for one.
Who teaches AI?
Artists, Visionaries, Dreamers.
Also Known As: The Readers of Wonder Fell.
AI couldn't make a picture like The Mona Lisa if DaVinci didn't first, couldn't tell you much about calculus if Newton hadn't dreamt and recorded it.
So, no worries Artists. AI isn't making us obsolete; it's making us invaluable.
But we already knew that.
Dawn comes late in some countries... like Science.
Welcome to The Art Show fellow nerds. O/
The idea of every creative endeavor is to express something new.
Life is a creative endeavor.
The idea of every work of Art is to share a unique witness of The World with The World... because Wow you should see, hear, and know it like this, too.
Art and Science are generous creative endeavors.
~ Wynn ~
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You're Not a Robot
You're what can make a robot.
Saturday, May 02, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Light rain dapples dew on the promise of Spring. Buds blossom to bloom on every tree branch in front of a backdrop of a dimmed sunrise.
Decades ago an acquaintance of mine asked, "Why's everything gotta be so deep with you all the time?"
I realized if I wanted to keep them as a close friend I'd have to become more shallow.
I moved on.
The ocean has always been more than atoms deep for me. The sea waves like blood flows to keep the whole Earth vibrant and alive.
Ocean deep thoughts for dreamers like us. Thanks for reading.
To hold and assert poetic thoughts during quick-tech-get-it-done-AI-is-better-at-your-job-than-you times like we live in is a noble pursuit.
And our greatest hope and purpose.
To have great dreams and make them real is what Life is all about. AI can help. That's all AI is: Help.
We can never be replaced because we are dreamers first.
Thinkers? No. A thought is a dream put into words.
Dreams come first.
'Deep' thinkers have bigger more grandiose dreams.
We could use some more people like that.
Visionaries whose new ideas (dreams encapsulated in words) expand what it means to be alive, to have Life at all.
So much of humanity's immediate future is going to be: Coming to terms with how humans differ from machines.
You're not a robot; you're what can make a robot.
A dreamer with the right words can change the whole world in an instant.
Find the best words for your best dreams and go make something worth living and sharing.
~ Wynn ~
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Dreamers Know This
Change your stories and you change your life.
Thursday, April 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Here's the rub: A magnetic tipped stylus on an E-ink screen.
Where I write (rub) these journal entries.
Daydreamers of The World, Keepers of Hope for a better life, a better day... you're not alone.
It's why I keep my morning thoughts online and free: Because the best way to make the best World is to encourage and support Dreamers.
Whether you dream of some great technology to help The World, or a great Artistic expression to enrich the quality of all our lives, you're welcome here.
There's another World; it exists with this one. We call it The Imagination.
Daydreamers you're not lost or spaced-out. You're working gathering materials for your creations.
Some Scientists roll their empirical eyes when Imagination is brought up. But what's found there is what makes eyes roll.
Dreamers know this: Change your stories and you change your life.
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Rain gives way to cloudy skies. The last day of April, green buds bountiful grassy patches of ground.
All around Life springs eternal in this great dance aptly named Spring.
The World's choreography is a wonderful staged show of color. Life is too well organized to be accidental. Remember that next time you look in a mirror.
Beauty is in the beholder's eye, so hold it and be it.
Nothing in The World can be beautiful without someone to recognize, record, and witness it.
Might as well be you and me. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Just Some Guy's Journal
"Yup. Shh, I'm reading."
Monday, April 27, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"Just some guys journal."
-Non-Wonder Fell Reader
"Yup. Shh, I'm reading."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
Really, they're just words with the dawn, poetic thoughts at daybreak.
Some of us are into deep-thought heavy imaginative space-out quests; some of us change The World with our dreams.
Dreams are like everything else in Nature: They take time to grow.
Daydreams are the most useful imaginings.
Go for a walk, take a bath, clean the dishes, look out the window at nothing particular. Times like these invite warm living Imagination.
I think it's secretly why runners enjoy jogging so much: Time to dream.
After you've trained for sometime, a jog is a quiet time alone with your dreams.
Athletes call it a runner's high. Artists call it: "This is what we've been talking about for centuries."
That runner's high place is the state Artists create from. Recognition of its importance helped us train ourselves to get there without massive physical effort.
Nothing wrong with going for a jog, though I think walking is better (in the long run).
Better for your overall well-being. Less physical stress leads to a better quality of dreams.
Thoughts with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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A Choreography of Color
Sometimes the best thing to do for your Art is to daydream.
Wednesday, April 08, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
The light arrives sooner and stays later. Green replaces brown all over town.
Blue grabs enough yellow for a dance partner and goes to work on a choreography called Spring.
Soon the floor and foliage turn green to make a welcoming space for the other colors in a number called Summer.
The World is a choreography of color.
Wonder Fell. This Epic Letter Poem to a World on Fire marches on.
Words from a concerned friend. Not just any friend, someone whose been through Hell and won, sends these lines every morning.
Today wants something new.
I was going to write about the power of words: The super-position of language. How the only characters to know their way out of Hell are poets. Take Dante and Virgil for examples.
But if you enjoy reading Wonder Fell you know that already. Change your words to change your Life.
Something new, though... something new wants said.
Do we sit and let it come writers, or fling tirades at the page?
Sometimes the best thing to do for your Art is to daydream.
A tough truth to digest in a world obsessed with duty disguised as get-it-done checklists.
Artists, if I can share some medicine with you it's this: Being idle, for an Artist of any craft, is not being unproductive: It's part of the work.
It's not depression if your quiet time feeds your work: It's part of your work.
Artists, musicians, writers in this modern world... chill out! You're not in a slump, depressed, or being anti-social: You're working.
So long as sometime everyday you commit to creating something your time spent in daydreams is time invested in your work.
Daydreams are the fuel for the fire called an Artist.
Don't be ashamed, shut-down, or depressed. Call it work. Make sure you create something everyday and call your daydreams work.
Because they are; every job requires supplies.
Off to restock my own with a dream with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading, dream on purpose, create something, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Humanity Wake Up!
I'm glad for astronauts in space for more than Scientific reasons.
Tuesday, April 07, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Wonder for breakfast, pictures from The Moon.
At times, do you find it amazing that as far as humanity has come with thoughts and Science, we still have no comfortable way to communicate what dreams are for?
Our hearts beat; we breathe; we all sleep to dream.
What's up with that?
It's not a deep thought. It's basic living.
Life is the process of making dreams real.
That's it.
So I'm glad for astronauts in space for more than Scientific reasons.
Because there's a great team effort, a shared dream made come true, with every trip to The Moon.
But there are so many mysteries still left unsolved, so much to wonder about and find answers for in our everyday Earth-bound lives.
What's a dream for? What's up with Love? Why do stories work?
Basic life questions our words are still in the dark about.
It still sounds odd or alien to discuss dreaming practically. Our lack of focus on something we all have to do to call ourselves alive is worth our notice.
Our physical bodies could lay still and stare at the ceiling or sky for eight hours without sleeping and get the same benefits according to medical science. So how come they can't? Why is sleep obligatory?
Here's a new way of thinking about it:
Whatever Life is, whatever keeps our bodies breathing and hearts beating, we feed and fill ourselves with while we sleep. We call what we ingest dreams. Ancient cultures called it spirit.
Mention spirit to some Scientists and their eyes roll. But all I see when I look at a basic tenant of existence, something we all have to do to survive physically, is neglect from the World of Science.
If a doctor wasn't concerned about your breathing or heartbeat, we wouldn't call them a doctor for long.
Everyone has to dream to exist.
Humanity wake up!
Life is the process of making dreams real.
Take a trip to The Moon for an Epic example of this truth.
Sunrise. Thanks for reading. Dream on purpose and make some real... that's the way to make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Hues of Morning
Do you think The World experiences the light like us?
Saturday, April 04, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Sunrise. Pinks and baby powder blues make a nursery wall of the horizon.
How's your sky?
Dreams make imaginings that want words; words to make living dreams possible.
Making sentences is how we make our dreams come true.
It's always the first step: Getting the words right.
Living a day without a clear understanding of what we're doing is like getting into a car with nowhere to go. There's more to life than 'just driving' your day.
Where are you going? What would you like to see and do and be?
Words of encouragement and insight will always be Poet's work. Sometimes they fill these morning pages.
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It's color; it's light.
We rise and wake with The Sun. Our bodies adjust to the change of colors the spin of Our Earth brings.
Do you think The World experiences the light like us?
The hues of morning are groggy and slow.
Noontime shines bright get-it-done right tones over every city, seaside, and town.
Dusk is a hush; The Moon wakes for lullabies.
All of Life is an intricate twirl of sunshine and circles. A choreography of celestial fire dances The World.
The Sun is a composer and conductor of color.
Green is for traffic lights and Spring.
Both mean Go!
Where we are now.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Why
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Monday, March 30, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Let's talk about why.
I rarely go personal here. Wonder Fell isn't a memoir or a self-help guide. It's not a coaching manual or advice. I'm no guru. I'm a poet whose experience of adult life was Hell for no fault of his own.
A chronic auto-immune illness, Sarcoidosis, took the opportunity of a decent life from me. After a decade of fighting just about full-time, I beat it into remission.
Recognizing the value of time, I went to work doing what I love most: Writing. Non-stop.
It was during the time of Co-vid. I put together an anthology of poetry to give to the world.
One morning while driving to one of my favorite spots to write and work on its publication, an SUV travelling over 50 miles per hour broke a double yellow and drove into my driver's seat and lap.
I woke up three days later in an ICU with a host of internal injuries, my left leg split in two, and a medical team waiting for me to remain conscious enough to operate on.
It took me a year to learn to walk again and another two years to fully heal all the nerve damage from the crash.
In the meantime, I worked: On Wonder Fell, On New-New Hampshire, On Colore.
I've known I'm a poet since high school. But what the Hell is a poet supposed to do in America? Work for Hallmark, teach at a University, or pick up a guitar and start a rock band.
I considered all three, but accepting any is an admittance that poetry is not enough.
The Ancient Greeks, Milton, Chaucer, Blake, Shakespeare, and so many other great minds that helped move civilizations forward disagreed, too.
There's more to poetry than University classrooms, Pharmacy Card Aisles, and lyrics for popular songs.
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Wonder Fell is an Epic Letter Poem sent to the Creative Spirit of a Friend every sunrise.
Hey friend. O/ Thank you for reading and sharing it.
I've beat death twice, scientifically so. I believe I've been able to because my dream to share words with you is so strong. And maybe the message inherit in these lines can matter that much.
Humbly, I believe it can.
Beauty, Hope, Love, and Joy... the stations of Poetry are what's missing most from my Country's monologue.
And so, from your life.
There's no self-help, guru guide here... Wonder Fell is what's missing.
Art, Music, Life alive! Where are you? As of late... where are you?
The volume is turned up too loud on the radio to hear the music. That's the state of The Arts in America, at present.
Let's paint, draw, write, and sing tribute to quiet worthwhile moments, to the beauty of a sunrise.
You see, it's a journal of a poet whose only had hope and his desire to share words with you his whole life.
I've been through the worst; it's why I share the best: That's how we rise.
Words worth beating death twice for the chance to share.
I hope you find inspiration here. Life really isn't worth much without it.
Go ahead and have that wonderful day, it's up to you, after all.
~ Wynn ~
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