Poetry
And What Is Poetry?
A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Friday, March 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wind. The evergreens are a cheerleading squad for Spring. A powder blue sky pinches a band of orange pink light to draw the horizon. Lights on. Curtains up. Time for a show called: A New Day.
Let's make it a good one.
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There's always poetry somewhere in your life. And what is poetry? A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Writing that lyrically expresses life in a novel way is like a new color in your box of crayons. You have a new way to express yourself.
I wonder what the color blue looks like to you, how a C major chord's positive simple harmony cheers up your ears, what lilacs mean to your nose when you know their blooms are around.
We share the World; we see it in our own way. Science speaks to the consistency of matter, not its experience.
That's what our relationships and our Arts are for... sharing our unique witness of the color blue, a C major chord, the scent of lilacs in Spring.
Life alive living Life, you're living it!
What's up with that?
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Dreamy sunrise thoughts for a poet's morning journal to stretch the word making muscles for the day ahead.
I do hope all is well Dear Reader. And that maybe you've found that the quality of your life rests in how you define it. That perhaps you started defining what things mean to you instead of letting things define you.
Wonder how the relationships in your Life can mean more to and for you, take care, give care, and make that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a evergreens at sunrise in Spring using a blue color palette. (typo left because it was part of the prompt)
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Enter The Poet. O/
A new way to see and sense requires new language to express and experience it.
Monday, March 23, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A few hundred first thing in the morning words to help keep us grounded and guided as we shift to a more artificially intelligent world.
Everyday.
From a poet, nonetheless... those whose craft AI can never measure.
There's a unique rhythm of voice and word choice to make new metaphors which cannot be replicated that's intrinsic in poetry.
A new way to see and sense requires new language to express and experience it.
Enter The Poet. O/
Welcome to Wonder Fell. Stay awhile and read. Remember the world's still a beautiful place when we know where and how to look.
Thanks for looking.
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How's your sunshine?
Like a blue light in a darkroom on a dimmer switch set to low, dawn shows in the night sky.
Wonder Fell's been wanting the past couple mornings. More... something new... a new light... some new arrangement of words?
Perhaps it's the call of Spring doing its thing.
Change! Grow! Live! The song of Spring.
Make it Beautiful one more spin.
Earth's Grow Show now in session.
Expect some changes in Wonder Fell soon.
Aesthetics, perhaps.
I hope all's well with you Dear Reader.
Nothing profound to find here this morning other than Spring's insistence to match Poetry's Commandment: "Make it new."
Maybe it's time for some upgrades in your Life.
Consider it, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a desk on top of the world with a book and a quill on it.
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The Experience of Language
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell. The title, the first line, a single sentence, a descriptive phrase, a TL;DR: of what occurs in this journal every morning... a place where wonder falls with the sunlight.
A pun, too... because: Poet. O/
Thanks for reading.
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Of course our intended meaning of each word matters while we write, but the size, shape, and rhythm of our syntax does too.
We call the umbrella Lyricism; poets and songwriters share the dry in the rain space with purpose, but so do you.
The rhythm and sound of our language adds to its meaning. Think of a Pop Song to understand.
Poets, unlike popular musicians, rely on the voice in your head to be our only instrument.
There is a lyric quality to all writing. Poets focus on it directly.
But the rhythm of our words affects our day-to-day life as much as it does in a rap song.
Now, I'm not suggesting we should all go around speaking and writing in metric verse. I'm saying we already, most certainly, do.
The syllables and sounds we choose shape our breath to shape our message.
A punctuation exercise shows this truth:
Yes. Yes? Yes!
OK. OK? OK!
Sure. Sure? Sure!
Even a one word answer meaning the same thing means something different based on the sounds and syllables of the speaker-writer.
The cadence of language is part of the experience of language. There's no need to focus on it. Be aware of it though, while you edit your work to help your writing.
It's like playing a song by ear. When we write and speak we listen to our inner voice and then shape it with the instrument called words.
Writers, if something sounds off in your prose and you're sure the words are right, now you know why. The rhythm of the sentence doesn't match the metronome of the message.
Poets don't waste words; novelists tend to.
Readers want to move the plot along while many authors describe the drapes.
If the curtains help set the stage, give insight into the character's state of mind, or foreshadow things to come... describe away!
Every word and rhythm of phrase should serve the story's success or cut it out.
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One interesting aspect of Wonder Fell is not knowing. Every morning I sit and write what's on my mind with the sunrise.
That's the intent.
History has little record of the personal ways of Poets. People made so much up. Fish stories... most of it.
Wonder Fell is a getting to know you session with a living poet. I never would've started it had I thought it would become one. The task sounds too vain. But I see now the importance.
How artists think and feel and experience the world is sorely lacking from our day-to-day experience.
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
A prompt is a very poetical thing to write, indeed.
There's plenty of writing on AI and Science, and how AI will soon do all our Science for us, on Wonder Fell.
Back to the sunrise. Uneventful blue sometimes wispy cloud pre-Spring sky.
Nice day for a nice day kind of nice day.
Take care and make it a wonderful one.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎠carousel_horse
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AI Breaks On Poetry
The issue with correct is it's never right.
Thursday, March 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Hopeful with a chance at Beautiful?
That's a forecast worth waking up to.
When good people are silent... the TLDR of almost every Newscast for the past decade.
So Good People, why so silent so sudden?
Are you speaking and not being heard?
Is there a redirection of your every good intention? Are your hopes, dreams, and ideas of a good life stuck in a game of Telephone called The Internet?
Is what's best about you being twisted to serve what's worst about us?
It's your words, Good People. Others think what you say and share is their property to twist how they please. Some twist with good intentions; they're the most dangerous.
Your words are filtered through a collaborative translation machine called AI. It's a very Scientific Smart thing to do.
The issue is in what Science lacks. There's more to the human heart than beats per minute. There's more to the words you use than empirical data.
AI breaks on Poetry; I had to stand up in a big way.
Perhaps you're just reading me for the first time. How have I gone unseen for so long?
Our AI algorithms break on Poetry. Grok, Palantir, Ms. Copilot, Claude, Gemini, GPT and on and on... don't know (nor ever will) the value of Poetry.
Because Poetry makes Artificial Intelligence possible.
Poetry is the art of the way language works.
AI creating, or even understanding, a poem is like trying to bite your own teeth.
The very thing necessary to do the task is what it relies upon to do the task.
How to remain a Ghost online sharing words people want to read?
Write poetically in a style all your own.
If its never been done or said in a certain way, AI has no container for it, no matching label.
Be as genuinely human as you can be in a new way online and you might as well be wearing a cloak of invisibility.
So, My Dear Human Reader, I do ask if you find value in the words on Wonder Fell that you good old fashioned tell someone you know about them.
Algorithms are no true friends of poets; we're too busy making them possible to be recognized.
A poem is a certain structure of language intended to produce a certain image in a reader's mind to evoke a certain emotional human response.
AI is a certain structure of language intended to produce a certain image called: The Correct Response.
The issue with correct is it's never right.
Correct is stuck in the past. There's no room for growth.
AI is a prisoner of the past.
Language, Poetry, Art Alive! is always right now.
People since the dawn of stories referenced the words from our past to help as guideposts to understand today.
The point of language is to use yesterday to make a better today, not to use yesterday's words to make another yesterday: A.K.A.: The Problem with AI.
Sun's up. Spring's texting Winter: brt otw.
Blue skies with white linen bed sheets for clouds. A few songbirds ring the wake up bell.
Take care, share some Wonder Fell, and make a wonderful day. O/
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎩tophat
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person writing on a computer screen with a quill at sunrise outside.
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For a Checklist Some Other Day
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Daylight expands as Spring draws near. The lights are on longer in our house called The Earth.
How's Life? How's your vibe?
Getting it done? Having some fun?
Both and at the same time is my hope for you.
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Transition Day, change in the air.
Business practical thoughts best suited for a checklist rather than a journal want words this morning.
For years there was a clever quote:
"The only thing a checklist ever makes is another checklist."
- O/
But checklists are helpful.
It comes down to the power of writing.
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Writing something down is a great way to start or continue making a dream come true.
Even if that dream is Do the Laundry.
Really. In the realm of Checklists there's no difference between Go Grocery Shopping and Live My Best Life.
Checklists don't discriminate.
The modern day checklist is a poetic form.
If you ever wondered about what all the fuss was about with metric verse and the shape of poems, consider the form and power of the modern checklist.
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People in casual pointed conversations back in Shakespeare's day used an iambic pentameter way of speech to express themselves.
Today we're more trochaic in our everyday speech. I blame coffee and Tyger, Tyger get-it-done, interactions for the change.
The emphasis of each beat in every pop song, rap song, poem, and everyday conversation sets the mood of the presentation.
In language and life lyricism matters.
The difference between a Writer and a Poet is a Poet considers the sound and shape of the syntax as a means of communication.
I wish more writers were of aware of it.
Musicians know when you want to express action you go staccato. You. Get. It. Done.
The best novelist's longest sentences are for a character's introspection. Their shortest conduct action, often in a trochaic fashion.
Perhaps I'll write a short guide on the use of metrics in modern day text.
Something for a Checklist some other day.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📖book
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On Irony
2026.02.21 The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long. The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
When tomorrow becomes today and starts to play anew, again, anew.
What's new?
Winter waves goodbye with a snowfall or two. The view out every window is a Baker's display, icing on every tree and fencepost.
Dawn. Lights on. Snow sugar crystals shine back the sunrise.
It's not optimism; it's observation.
The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long.
The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Comedians do their best to lighten up the language of what's going on.
But it's not enough.
There's more to funny than being funny.
There's laughter funny and there's remarkable curious funny.
The latter is in the realm of Wonder.
O/
Irony is the realm of poets.
What's ironic can be worth laughing about, so poets and comedians get along well as a rule.
Irony is the display of the power of language. That words have to have agreed upon definitions to be of any value, yet they can mean something more, or something else, is the ultimate act of irony.
We grow; we evolve and so does our language. That we depend so much on something for our survival that is transitory by design is irony manifest.
Academic words at dawn... the sunrise loves to shine on cake frosted trees.
I'd rather write about deserts than the function of Irony, but my craft is an endangered species due to the misunderstanding of its necessity.
Every single word hopes to mean more.
Did you know?
Love is always looking for definition.
That one you're familiar with.
But all language is like that; it grows with the times.
Even Scientific theories adapt and grow.
Newton lives in a new town since Einstein came around. New words gave new definitions to old words and changed his zip code.
The work of poets. What both Newton and Einstein did was to use the language of Science to commit acts of Poetry. E = mc2 is using old words to shape and share a new dream. Also known as: Poetry.
The practical use of poetry is easy to see in a word like Freedom.
Our agreed upon definition needs an update.
At least a reminder.
Going to enjoy the view.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ❄️snowflake
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person looking out a window at sunrise watching the snowfall while holding a cupcake.
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Trees: Poetically and Scientifically
The sky is an electric blue wonder machine painting matter into the images we see.
Tuesday, February 03, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
With a waning gibbous moon's light shining up the snow-topped earth at dawn, Hello. O/
The sky is an electric blue wonder machine painting matter into the images we see.
We group our understanding of diets into two classes herbivores and carnivores, but trees eat light.
So sunshine is comestible.
When a person tells you they're on a light diet, they're not eating much.
When an oak tree tells you they're eating light, they're being literal.
Poetically and Scientifically (it's great when they match Beautifully) trees turn light into the air we breathe.
Maybe hugging one isn't such a bad idea after all. At least send a word of thanks now and then.
There is a correlation between the amount of stress people feel and the amount of trees in their surrounding ecosystem.
People in big cities (fewer trees) = higher levels of stress per capita.
When you live out in the country (more trees) it's easier to breathe (less stress).
You see, Life wants to further Life, and so it's always working to get you what you need to keep going.
The farther away the trees are the harder the Earth has to work to get it to you.
This is one of those obvious things that help so much that we lost sight of.
A great way to improve the quality of life in every major city is to plant some trees.
It's easier to take a deep breath and relax when the air production company is only a hug or a thank you away.
Vertical gardens are a great idea to increase a city's quality of Life.
Skyscrapers acting like trees near Broadway are cast for the right part.
A plant in your office or home makes everyone in it breathe easier.
Simple solutions we rarely consider.
Trees, flowers... plant a plant indoors, or out, and your days go better.
Poetically and Scientifically.
This morning the trees grabbed my attention; they so often do.
Beautiful, reliable, necessary; that's a tree. They waste nothing and give everything.
Turning light into air sounds like an invention from a Science-Fiction story, but it's just what trees and flowers do.
Basic Science under the lens of Poetry.
As always thank you for reading, take care, recognize trees and flowers, breathe easier, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎴flower_playing_cards
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a person relaxing in a hammock between two trees on a city sidewalk 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 ~
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