Wonder Fell Itself
Thoughts on Wonder Fell itself...
Moonlit Charged Snow
2025.11.29
Saturday, November 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Sunrise soft on moonlit charged snow.
What powers moonlight has, a lake's reflection, this morning's snow cover, and lovers know.
Poets are often associated with the moon.
Lunar powered heart batteries power the muse.
But there's also poetry, neglected though it's been, in each sunrise.
How are we doing? O/
If numbers interest or impress you, if quantity measures more than amount for you, there's over 500 sunrises poetically recorded here on Wonder Fell.
In a row.
Day-to-day.
"Why do such a thing?"
-Curious Reader
Because there's something only poets can say about the sunrise. We know all about the poetic implications of moonlight. Romance and longing galore.
But the practical beautiful light of the Sun unfiltered or inebriated by the moon deserves its own poetry.
You ought to know a thing, live it, experience it before you express it.
So Wonder Fell is a poetical work of record, too.
A poem has to measure a new human experience with words, so a poet has to write a poem.
Sorry AI you can never write anything new, only imitate, so you will never be an artist of any endeavor.
AI can be used by artists to express Life in a new way.
New is the important word here.
If someone, or something, else could make the exact object of your creation then it has no opportunity to be considered Art.
Originality is a core aspect in every work of Art.
AI is a catalog experience; shopping on Amazon for Knowledge, Science, Art. It's already made.
Helpful, but nothing new.
So I write the sunrise. Poets slacked off and slept in for millennia. The dawn deserves its own verse.
Thank you for reading.
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A new verse of Colore posted last night.
Every week we get more and more of the response: "Will you just post the whole thing? I want to read more."
This means the story formula is working.
It also means: The Author has been writing everyday for three decades and there's a good chance he knows what he's doing.
O/
Humility for the win. (And the pun.)
Take care, read some more, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌭hotdog
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a book flying through a moonlit sunrise in a snowy landscape impressionist painting using soft light and stark shadows.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
Time to Redecorate
2025.11.23
Sunday, November 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
AI got your tongue?
Remember AI is like a group of history and science teachers who got together to form an answer for you.
Then remember you're your own person, bring your own experience and expression to your life, and enjoy your day.
AI is only a record of human memory made to act.
We're so much more than our memories; we're what our dreams can do.
Enough pixels let's talk the sunrise.
Still about an hour before it shows.
There's the business of Wonder Fell... some changes coming soon.
With this supply of never ending content, a better more user-friendly UI is in order.
Time to redecorate!
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Colore is about to explode with content.
I look forward to the days ahead when I can sign on actual flesh and blood artists to provide artwork for the site.
For now, we make the most out of what we have to work with.
We'll keep the "Same Prompts" located at the end of posts, and keep using various AI models to show the limitations and joys of AI.
Every prompt returned is an interpretation.
So expect a new look to Wonder Fell soon, starting with Colore.
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The Sun showed.
Pale grey-blue, wisps of white say good night to the night sky.
The last of Fall's foliage makes the horizon... orange, apple reds, and brown.
Hope all's well with and for you today.
Thanks for reading.
Feel free to look around the site, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🦸superhero
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a couple gnome redecorating an ancient library in the style of a magical cross-hatching color pencil illustration using warm tones and stark shadows.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3) and +he Ghost, November 2025
What's Wonderfell All About?
2025.11.09
Sunday, November 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Glad to be read by you again. O/
The Sun's just about to show.
Abe, the rescued hound dog, still in soft snoring dog dreams on the loveseat.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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So what's Wonder Fell all about?
First, it's a journal kept everyday at sunrise.
What's remarkable about it?
It's a poet's journal.
Not a 'hey I wrote a couple verses with a broken heart, or look how well my words can woo you' poet; a real-life, like it's my job title, Poet, Poet's Journal.
If you thought poetry was just a hobby for hallmark cards, or maybe what rap artists do, Wonder Fell's a good place to find out what Poets for millennia have been lyrically sharing our souls about.
It's a conversation with you, for you.
During this time when AI begins to arrange the way we do business, it's imperative we remember the true power of language, what making and using words is all about.
Words are a place to place your dreams to make them real. They are the first step to reality. They're what make us human. We're not-so-hairy-monkeys without words.
Software mimics the ways of the mind. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it takes at least a thousand words to make every picture.
Artists and programmers have to learn the right language to draw every intended line. Anything you've ever done required language to accomplish it.
Wonder Fell's AI images, with the 'Same Prompt' located at the end of posts, shows the different interpretations, and thus the limitations of AI.
Being human is about the expression of Life. We've been focused for so long on how to prolong our lives we forgot why we're making the effort.
Beauty, friendship, love, wonder and building wonderful things, and moments is what Life is all about.
Of course there's poetry on Wonder Fell, too. If that's your cup of tea or energy drink to help raise your spirit and feel connected to life, maybe you'll read some.
And there's Colore, an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
I've just begun releasing it in stages: at least a verse weekly on Fridays.
It begins with the story of a girl and her dog, but the themes are heavy.
If you wouldn't allow your children to watch the nightly news unsupervised, they shouldn't be reading Colore, or Wonder Fell for that matter.
Sometimes seeing the world through the eyes of a child teaches us so much we forgot. Take Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for examples.
I know if Huck and Tom had the opportunity to meet a dragon with Hope they'd be all in.
Would you? If yes, you might check it out.
One of our greatest minds said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge," then dropped the ball and went about spending a life focused on pure knowledge.
Colore is a tribute to the worldly transformative power of the Imagination.
Placing it second in importance is one of humanity's greatest failures.
The health of any nation is judged best by how it treats its artists, Artists of every endeavor. Be it a symphony, ballet, or a hip-hop concert what we value artistically shows us what we value... period.
There's more to life than sensationalism, America. When we put flash over substance we get bulldozers in The East Wing.
Substance comes from what the Imagination is for: Dreams and doing dreams. That means words and stories and paintings and a beautifully built White House with the hope of a people placed in each stone.
Wonder Fell is not for politics. Demolishing The White House is not a political act. It's a tragedy. We should lower our flags to half-mast to mourn the loss while we decide how to heal, at least how to stop the bleeding.
Sun's up now. Most of the leaves are end of Autumn amber and fall steady and slow.
Thank you again for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
This Ghostly Manner
2025.10.27
Monday, October 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Time to write the morning.
Hope all's well with you.
On with our show...
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Dark. Daylight Saving Time, this year, is a welcomed event.
Sat here in the pre-dawn dark with a candle, a hound-dog, a cup of tea not coffee, and some cereal, waiting for the light.
Anticipation is bringing me down and the sun up.
Another so much to say to you morning.
The more I write Wonder Fell the clearer its audience becomes.
You're Artists or people intrigued by the creative process.
My people. Good morning. O/
Life, though, is a creative process.
Have a dream and make it real. What we all do all day.
Philosophy this morning is for the birds. I'll let them know as soon as they arrive.
So here you are spinning around a supernova on a sphere spinning itself through a vacuum called Space staring at a glowing cube with flashing lights on it making sense of some symbols a guy calling himself +he Ghos+ made before sunrise.
To give you your exact GPS coordinates.
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I've got "Epic Brain," this morning.
Anyone whose ever had more than one project going on at once knows this feeling.
My thoughts pull towards: Colore.
The first time I published the Epic's title. ^
This whole Ghos+ business will make some very practical sense real soon.
It's important for so many of the themes in Colore that I remain anonymous as possible for awhile.
It throws profiling out the window.
Yup, an American Epic called Colore, by an author we know little, but so much about (six hundred and four posts worth).
It's one reason why I've shared with you in this ghostly manner everyday for over a year now.
Consider Wonder Fell a getting to know you session, a conversation with your introverted often in daydreams friend who never lets you down. O/
There's a lot we need to talk about America, a lot we need to remember.
Like common decency and what Hope is for.
Thanks for reading.
Onto other pages for you to read later.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎃jack_o_lantern
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of a nerdy dragon wearing glasses and a bowtie reading an ancient text in an enchanted forest at dawn with rainbow light coming from the book's pages in the style of a magical anime illustration using bright, vivid light and stark shadows.
An Epic Letter Poem, For You
2025.10.07
Tuesday, October 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sunrise.
The mist makes a smoky horizon line from the tops of evergreens.
Hope you're well. O/
On with our show...
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This journal has become a letter poem of sorts, an epic one at that.
A letter, as in the kind you address to someone.
Wonder Fell is an epic letter poem for the sunrise and for you.
An artist needs an audience or their Art is just talking to themselves.
Who are you singing to, drawing for?
Who is meant to hear and see your breath and lines?
Any decent self-respecting person with at least a hint of introspection and the capacity to imagine the reality of magic, be it in a book, on a screen, or in everyday life.
That's you enjoying the sunrise with me.
Creative Spirits we're sometimes called, as if spirits could do anything but create.
We just actively take the reigns of our spirits and steer our creations the best we can.
Artists of all creative pursuits, thank you for reading.
You're our future.
Your vision makes the world worthwhile for living.
Keep it going.
So an epic letter poem to my Flashy Inside People, that's Wonder Fell.
Halloween soon, birthday time for this Ghos+.
Preparations are underway.
Hope your day is a good one.
Take care, dream something new, make it live at least a little, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎪circus_tent
Same Prompt: Create an image of a faerie wearing a bowtie dressed as a mail carrier delivering a letter to a gnome in an enchanted forest in the style of a magical impressionist Dungeons and Dragons painting.
To Turn on the Light
2025.10.06
Monday, October 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Another sunrise, a new day.
What to say?
Wonder Fell, a daily epic letter poem for you.
Complete with AI images for embellishments and to check the translation abilities of the different programs. (The 'Same Prompt' is located in the toggle at the end of each post.)
On with our show...
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Somedays you look forward to it: The Sunrise.
Daylight Saving Time makes sense... sitting in the dark when only a month or so ago The Sun would be up.
If you don't wake before sunrise, Daylight Saving Time is one extra or less hour of sleep once a year.
When you are an early riser the difference is considerable.
There's something about each sunrise, something true, a promise kept.
The cars on the freeway know. Early morning commuters, a month from now at this time, are driving in dawn.
What does the sunrise want to say to you that the hundreds of others posted here did not?
A reiteration of the power of dreams?
A commentary on the negative nature of what's called News these days?
What AI means for our future?
The power of words? The power of words?
The power of words.
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I do consider the reception.
Nearing 600 posts now on Wonder Fell. Some of those with a strong point or two regarding our American Culture.
I don't share for the spectacle of it or financial gain.
Social media and so much media leave us groping for morality in a Babylonian Dark.
Someone needed to remind us the power of words, someone needed to speak up, someone needed to turn on the light.
I flip the switch on every morning with each sunrise.
Words are a gift, our greatest I believe.
To be able to take a dream and translate it into a shareable thing... wow.
Each and every word you utter, type, and thumb slap matters... defines you, lifts humanity up or clouds progress.
It's almost as if we're ashamed to admit Life can be good.
Shame on us.
Friends, a successful day of work, and Love Songs, remember and remind us how good Life is.
Not can be...Is.
This morning I'm standing up for the power of words. I'm letting you know if you're unhappy with the quality of your life it's because you're neglecting the power of your own language.
Take responsibility for the words you choose and watch your life change in an instant.
So I'm standing up for Good People, we've been silenced too long.
How we treat each other matters. The words we choose and use matter.
So much.
Start with yourself. How do you talk about yourself when you dream of yourself?
If it's not positively you best get editing.
You're a miracle; you're alive.
Know it.
It's about relationships. How you relate to everything in your day makes the quality of your day.
Redefine your relationships and you change your whole life.
Match the story of yourself to the things in your life in a way that best expresses your best dream of life.
Thank you again for reading, take care, watch your language, change your world, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📻radio
Same Prompt: Create an image of a city street at dawn with buildings made of books and cellphones in the style of a magical abstract surrealist painting.
Compassion Similar to Your Own
2025.10.03
Friday, October 03, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome Back. O/
Wonder Fell, a place for peace. Dreams and hopes and wonder to grace your screen.
So much of their opposite seeks your attention.
National politics looks more like a high school cafeteria cliché of cliques and childish pranks than a governing body of any civilized Country these days.
American Politics has become a Theatre of the Absurd, and we're all Waiting for Godot to arrive and bring back a moral compass.
On with our show...
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Poets throughout the ages left pages of powerful lines to help us better express what it means to be human.
At no point in history has it ever been so simple to share words as it is now.
Our technology presents an opportunity for an intimacy in letters never before possible.
One thing every poet whose words have stood the test of time has in common is the commonality of being misunderstood in their day to day lives.
To put so much passion and depth into words and still live such a quiet life creates a puzzle for any modern psychoanalyst.
A poet's, like most artist's, true love is of dreams and what power resides in them.
Not practicality, what comes before being practical.
The dream always precedes the act.
The process of creating a prompt for AI is how we live our lives.
Dream a thought, make it a coherent language, share the thought with the hardware called your human machine.
What is that place where dreams dwell?
That unlived consciousness where poets spend their days in a daze?
It's what separates us from machines.
It's where the focus of humanity is headed post The Era of AI.
It's a better world led by compassionate creatives.
The recognition that the dream in your heart for a better life, for joyful purposeful living, is what makes you human is what's lacking in so many online conversations.
Compassion is understanding everyone has a dream in their heart similar to your own.
Once we accept this truth our responsibility becomes building a safe place to make those dreams real.
We're getting there.
AI and the rise of AI machines will remove so much of the grunt work we used to believe life was about.
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Dawn showed.
The highway zips alive.
Some poet thoughts for you.
Hope they bring some wonder, some comfort, some joy.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🏷️label
Same Prompt: Create an inspiring image of a badger in a bowtie daydreaming watching a sunrise in Autumn in New England in the style of a magical cross-hatching vintage anime illustration using a hushed color palette.
A Shower of Doves
2025.09.29
Monday, September 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace.
What a concept, what a proposition.
A place called Peace where it's safe to build a dream.
When you're safe to dream, and where you're safe to build your dreams... then and there is a place called Peace.
Today's sunrise is a sky full of dreams of peace, a shower of doves.
On with our show... O/
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Been thinking on Cancel Culture lately and what it says about this moment in history.
It's shame. It's disbelief. It's cowardice.
All rolled up into one act of dismissal.
Cancel Culture is a room full of cowards in cubicles at their computers ashamed and unwilling to recognize what's good in the world.
An inhabitant of Cancel Culture is a Hero refusing to take the Call, to choose to live their story, to save their own private dream of the world.
Find the courage to live a good life or do the world a favor and Cancel your whining acts of cancelations.
Your cellphone rings. Caller ID shows the name: Hope. Do you know a Hope? Maybe it's the wrong number? Maybe it's a prank? Maybe, maybe, maybe...?
A Cancel Culture Coward silences the phone. "It's never anything good," they say, "why waste the time?"
Because Life is about having a hope (called a dream of something better) and following the steps to make it real.
It's why stories work; they're prescriptive.
It's what all this bad News is about. Phones are ringing all over the Country looking for heroes to answer each call and save the day.
What you Cancel cowards is Hope.
The belief Life can be better and so it should be is what's at risk with every act of your denial.
There's no shame in asserting Life's value. We emphasize what's good about us more.
Because what we feed is what grows.
We use tragedy as an opportunity to heal and grow.
Not as something to deny and cancel.
The reason why bad news, acts of immorality, shock us to watch them is because we know we're better than what we witness.
Life can be a positive worthwhile experience and so it should be one.
Wonder Fell is a place for Hope, a place to remind you that you're more than flesh and blood, you're a living dream in a shared dream called Life.
We got so lost in our pride of solving puzzles that give us better options to the weather, so lost in the acts of Science we forgot why we started to 'Science' at all.
Wonder! Life alive! So we could better care for ourselves and others because Life is worth living... Love, Joy, and Friendship exist and we ought to keep ourselves safe and feeling our best as long as we can to enjoy them.
Beauty, Faith, Hope, Joy and Love... we're almost embarrassed to speak about them openly.
I'm speaking about them.
Everyday, every morning, a reminder that Life is worth your wonder and awe and gratitude.
Thank you for reading. If your spirit is raised even ever so slightly, if even only a bit of light finds you while reading me, I'll consider it a win.
(And a pun.)
Take care, cancel a coward, help heal a tragedy, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤸person_doing_cartwheel
Same Prompt: Create an image of a dove flying out of a cellphone screen in the style of magical pop art painting using halftone texture and a soft rainbow color palette.
