Poetry
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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Archaic Slab
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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Archaic Slab
My Country Could Use Some Help
The way a plumber, electrician, or carpenter fixes up your home so you can have a better life, so the poet works with language.
Thursday, January 22, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're back. O/
On with our show...
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Getting the words right... my life's work.
You see the craft of the Poet is a very practical thing. The way a plumber, electrician, or carpenter fixes up your home so you can have a better life, so the Poet works with language.
Your home and your words haven't always been here. Someone had to build them, care for them, keep them going.
Imagine your life without words. We're monkeys without the work I do.
We take language for granted because we rely on it, but words are made.
There are times when our words aren't doing justice to our shared experience.
Like lately.
Enter Poets.
Because Love always begs definition Poets are associated with romance. But my business is the word business. Assuring we have ways to best express our experience is what Poets are for.
A carpenter helps you fix your front door. A Poet helps you heal your language.
Sure you could fix the door yourself. Maybe watch a YouTube How To or ask an AI bot to walk you through it.
But the professional who's been fixing doors everyday for nearly three decades is going to do a better job than you or AI.
And so I write.
Making words to overcome impossible situations is how I spent almost everyday of my adult life.
My Country could use some help.
Healing language finding, and at times making the right words, is my business.
Enter Colore.
The stories we share aren't representing our best selves. Moreso, our words don't mean all they could, so they don't mean all they should.
If we want to be patriotic about it: In a Nation with a Living Document as its foundation, Poets are our Country's best defense.
And so I write.
The idea of Colore is to remind us the power of our words and stories.
The juxtaposition of speeches and conversations in our day to day life (The Side-stories) with that of a story in a world of stories helps prove the point.
Our language is not only how we define things but also ourselves.
We can only ever be as good as our understanding of our words.
A story is the best genre to remind us of the power of, and our responsibility for, our stories.
Colore will remain entertaining to some degree. Our stories go best when they are.
But a story's point and purpose isn't entertainment. Every tale told is a reminder of what it means to be human.
In earlier entries I wrote, like a social media artist painting a picture while you watch, I'd write about the crafting of Colore as I write it. Consider today's post doing that.
Writers. O/ Make sure you know why you're writing whatever you're working on.
"Because I'm good at writing," is never reason enough to write anything at all.
"Because I have something important to share," is the best reason to write anything at all.
As always, thank you for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Archaic Slab
We Need Your Words for Medicine
So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Wonder fell, Wonder fell,
Who's got the spell?
The magic's in the words.
ABC's to seize your dreams.
Thanks for using your magic to bring these words to life.
They're just blips of light or ink on a page without your magic. So thank you.
Do you see it now? The real issue with the constant barrage of bad News and negative opinions?
Every time someone reads it, it's brought to Life.
Enter your new understanding of the power of The Arts.
This is by no means a call for censorship. No. This is a call for a responsibility of readership.
Even if it's only to dismiss it, to roll your eyes and cast it away, what you read and witness becomes a part of your world through your witness of it.
What do you want to have more of in your life? See it more often. Read it. Make it live in your world, so it can live in The World.
Words and images matter so much. Our cellphone staring, screens everywhere glaring, made us go numb and forget.
When we see something we read it. The understanding and evaluation of it becomes a part of our day. And so it lives in The World through the viewer.
What do you fill your day with? What stories are your considerations?
They live through you.
It's a question of values.
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So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.
The more profitable we make good News the more profit will be gained from creating it.
It really is that simple.
When good News pays the bills everyone wins.
What can you do?
Actively choose what you watch and listen to.
If a doom and gloom story shows on a screen, if a jockey starts spouting hate, change the channel. There are so many better ways to feed your day.
You see, when we feed on something for awhile we come to depend on it.
We've become a Nation addicted to tragedy.
Shock and spectacle have ruled the airwaves. Let's cut it out. Stop feeding the synthesized Hell. Actively choose to watch something else.
Don't be quiet about your choice.
Let people know.
"I stopped reading, watching, listening to bad News. Now, I get my good News here."
-Reader Helping to Save Our Country
Again: So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.
Artists, Musicians, Writers! This is where we can help.
Flood the airwaves with your works of Hope.
Life is still worth waking up for.
Remind The World.
Right now we need your Art, your music, your words for medicine.
Artists! Administer The World its dose!
Be bold. Be seen. Be beautifully prolific.
Lift us up where we've been pulled down for so long.
The Internet is the biggest boon for creatives since the printing press. Use it. Flex the flexibility and freedom found there and share your wonderful expressions.
The World isn't going to heal itself; our stories are.
Wonder Fell is here everyday to help you keep it going.
Hollywood and Broadway this means you, too.
Stop feeding the beast of tragedy, people need hope. You're both factories of Hope or Hell. The choice is yours. The World is a better place than we've been portraying it to be.
Entertainers time to take some responsibility for the State of our Country.
When the News becomes entertainment, it's time for our entertainers to provide the News.
Every work of Art shows a moral way. America's moral compass has been spinning for decades.
Our stories, our Arts and Entertainment, are the way to reestablish Our True North.
As always, thank you for reading.
Take care, share some good News, share some Art, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Archaic Slab
Your Dream and Your Voice
Being a poet, sooner or later, I ought to write about mush.
Thursday, January 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
Still a few hours till sunrise.
Being a poet, sooner or later, I ought to write about mush.
And misconception.
There's more to being a poet than the card aisle at The Pharmacy.
Though, a poem is medicine when you read it right.
Conciseness and clarity of language is the aim of every poet.
We make better and new ways to express what it is to be alive through words.
We're quality control for words themselves.
Always here to make certain we get as much out of our language as we intend to express.
Our worlds run on words. Poets expand what is possible for language to say.
And so, poets widen what is possible for us to share.
Our relationships are able to deepen because of the work I do.
We can know each other better.
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Colore marches on. There's already a side-story posted this week.
The next main story verse introduces us to The New World our heroes find themselves in.
From the author's point of view, it's important certain details are set-up to ensure cohesion to the storyline that follows.
This is where the difference in story writer's methods becomes practical.
If you write a story by the seat of your pants, you do your plotting as you go.
A pantser's plot is called: Their First Draft.
As I'm writing Colore as 'live' a process as possible, and I post finished pieces of The Epic at least weekly, the dream of the story (the plot) has to be complete in my mind. There's no turning back once posted to edit.
This would be considered a job-hazard to most writers; I consider it fun.
And didactic.
It's a matter of trusting your dream and your voice.
This author's been dreaming and writing (though never sought publication) everyday for nearly three decades.
Humbly, Colore is in competent hands.
I wouldn't attempt it if I thought otherwise. The message is too important.
There are a lot of things America's been saying about a lot of things in the same ways for a long time. (Hint: The Epic's Name)
Time to upgrade our language about how we talk about some very serious concerns.
Poet's work.
And so I write.
Take care, know your work (and worth), and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Archaic Slab
And So I Write
2026.01.04
Sunday, January 04, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome to the show. O/
Midnight changes the calendar, though most of us sleep at least six more hours before we wake.
What's up with that?
Another incredibly early morning here. It's still yesterday on the West Coast. Greetings from tomorrow, California. O/
So far, so good.
So many sunrises in a row now on Wonder Fell. Hundreds.
Thanks for sharing some with me.
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It's interesting in its intimacy, this act of journal sharing.
How words shape and build identity show well here.
How each sentence says so much about the writer is worth our wonder.
Respect and reverence for the written word, for language at all, is what this site is all about.
Neglecting to remember the power words have to shape our lives is the cause of everything we see, and hear, and call so much of the News these days.
You see, Dear Reader, this is poet's work. More than the Hallmark Card love letter melancholy business so commonly put on us; we're guardians of words themselves.
I blame America's youth, not our young generations; our civilization's age.
We've only been around a couple hundred years. Our start was a turning away from so much else.
We have no Chaucers, no Miltons, no Homers that aren't yellow. Poets like these shaped civilizations with their testaments to morality.
And so I write.
I write my best to remind us of our best so we can, again, show what's best about ourselves to each other.
It takes story, it takes myth, it takes lyrical language to do that.
Our popular musicians, at times, do their best to remind us the value of Life. But a pop song can only do so much.
Different types of Art are different types of medicine.
A popular song heard by the right person at the right time changes that person's life.
Poetry, specifically Lyrical and Epic Poetry, is medicine for Civilizations.
And so I write.
Humbly, consistently, a voice every morning to remind us Life is still worth wonder. Our dreams still matter.
How we treat each other still defines our value more than any bank account can ever say.
Our words, more precisely our stories and Art, must begin to emphasize this point if our civilization is to endure.
It's time for us Artists to be the grown-ups, take the reigns, and lead.
We are so much better than how we've been treating and talking about ourselves lately.
Most of humanity has a camera, a speaker, a monitor on them at all times these days.
Our phones are connected to The World.
Artists! Let's flood phones with Art, with music, with stories and purge our so called News.
People! There are better things to look at and listen to than what passes for News.
Choose your favorite genre of music for your radio station choice over the channel with the people getting paid to make you angry.
The woman singing her heart out so you can have a better day deserves your attention more. She most certainly is of more lasting value and increases rather than takes away from your quality of life.
When Art takes over a culture it's called a Renaissance. America is long overdue one.
The reality of an American Renaissance is the only way we can bring lasting positive change.
Our understanding of our stories is broken. This requires new stories, art, and music to heal.
There's much to say on this topic. It's part of the point and purpose of Colore to address it directly.
And so I write.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Archaic Slab
The Reflection of Trees
2025.12.16
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Something happened. Something changed.
We tend to think of the weather of our days in terms of temperature and condition: like is it raining or windy.
But since Wonder Fell it's easy to see the effect the duration of the amount of sunlight has on each day.
We're more like plants than we admit.
Photosynthesis, for us, comes down to the quality of choices the position of the Sun allows.
Just like a tree stretches its limbs to best reach that star, so we too build our lives to best feed ourselves the light.
A sunny day in Summer makes a different to-do list possible than a snowy Winter's day.
There's a poem in those sentiments. Perhaps you'll write it. Our lives each like the branches of trees. Every leaf a story's success.
A great poetry classroom activity to sketch a poem about. Feel free to use the example above teachers, if you think it to be helpful.
The World for sure, our Country most definitely, would benefit from people understanding more the ways poetry sees and values Life.
There's more truth in the lessons of Nature than Science can say.
Consider the reflection of trees.
What do the ways of trees teach us about our own ways of living?
What can we learn from their wisdom?
Most trees live longer than most people. What's up with that?
Sun's up. The sky's more powdery pleasant blue than it's been for weeks.
Thanks, as always, for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create an image the silhouette of trees at sunrise in winter on a clear day in the style of a magical Art Deco painting using stark shadows and bright colors.
Archaic Slab
Your World Is Made of It
2025.11.17
Monday, November 17, 2025
Good Morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Sunrise... amber oak leaves fall like rain.
Autumn puts on a sweater as Winter starts to redecorate.
Good words, words good; how's the neighborhood?
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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There's always a certain peace that comes with writing, with any act of creation.
The rightness that comes with writing lets you know the importance of making.
Artists know. Musicians know. The only time we definitely always without question feel right is when we're in the act of our Art.
"Why do you work so much, Wynn?"
-Caring Reader
Because I like to feel good.
That's the simple answer.
Life is about sharing the experience called Life.
We all have a unique experience, something new to share.
Ways to express ourselves are vast, but mandatory.
By the very nature of being here, we're expressing ourselves.
Every time we exhale we filter out to the world our interpretation of the world.
Every step in every walk or dance
Shows the world who we are.
I dance with words... walk these lines.
That's the more poetic answer.
The process of poetry, the craft and ways of a poet...
With the advent of AI, I share Wonder Fell to remind humanity where words really come from:
Acts of Poetry.
Every single word was first a poem.
Emerson told us that; I just agreed with him.
Consider it.
What do the symbols c-h-a-i-r have to do with the thing you sit on?
Symbols to express an experience.
O/
Robots, computers, cellphone screens, and screens, and screens and symbols!
Poetry makes it all possible.
And here you are thinking you never liked poetry. Your world is made of it!
A poem takes seasoned poems (words) and pieces them together to deliberately convey a new experience.
Thank you for reading. Going over to work on Colore.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of an angel wearing a bowtie holding the world in the style of an epic anime impressionist illustration.
