Wonder Fell Itself
Thoughts on Wonder Fell itself...
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 ~
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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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Mozart in a Mosh Pit
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
Monday, March 02, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
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The power of words, what this site is all about.
What language is for and how it works (and perhaps why) is the common thread in everyone of these journal entries.
Words are the work and the instrument of poets.
In case you wanted to know what poets were up to: Now you know.
If we all required a violin to communicate with each other, we wouldn't talk too much about violins.
And so, we don't talk too much about language.
In that violin fluent world, those whose work focused on making sure the instruments were able to express all they can by staying in tune would be called poets.
Regardless how well-trained they are, a musician can only ever sound as good as their instrument allows.
When our words are out of tune with our hearts the whole world sounds dissonant.
How's your language? Do your words best represent you?
A Mozart symphony in a Heavy Metal blaring all around mosh pit is still beautiful though unheard.
And so the state of so much language today... Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
There's a time and a place for Heavy Metal. To only play it all day long is to miss out on so many other expressions of what it means to be alive.
A one note symphony cannot exist.
The World is nourished by harmony.
Sun's up. Soft light, the hard caws of crows.
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
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 violin on a table on a hill at dawn.
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Dawn and Something New
Do you think fish know they're soaking wet?
Sunday, March 01, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
New month, new tag,
What's in the bag?
Wonder, of course.
Glad you're here.
On with our show...
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So many mornings like this... this journal at sunrise.
Every entry has two things in common: Dawn and Something New.
Fire is in a state of perpetual change.
The Sun always makes everything new.
Every turn of the sphere brings a new batch of light here.
Dawn's first rays... what will you do with today's new batch of fire?
You see, wonder is always available to be part of your consideration.
We swim in an ocean of fire and call it light.
Do you think fish know they're soaking wet?
There is so much more to dream about, to know, to do, to make new.
It's why wonder is so important... like The Sun's fire it makes everything new by coloring The World in a new light.
Somedays there's themes. Today is one word: New. It wants to be in every sentence.
Wonder what that's all about?
Take care, thank you for reading, and make a 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 ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ⭕o
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Smiling Sun rising over a woody landscape.
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The Sun Knows
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
There's always something new.
Every sunrise shows a sequence of light different from the day before.
Thinking on what's been gained waking up to record each dawn.
For almost two years what the sunrise brings, the wonder of each, is recorded here.
With all the flash and volume of The World as bright and loud as it's been, I thought the ways and rhythms of how a poet views life could be medicinal.
A guy caught in the act of doing what he loves every morning, first thing, under the spectacle called sunrise, ought to be educational to everyone.
At the very least, a reminder of The Greatest Light Show on Earth, The Illumination that makes The World possible: The Sunrise.
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
We wake and stretch into this Celestial Software called A Day.
If you feel your life lacks inspiration and wonder, there's an easy fix.
Get up, sit alone, and watch The Sunrise.
As color and warmth return to all things remember it doesn't have to be this way. Wonder why it is, why it keeps going, what opportunities it allows for you.
All of humanity's greatest inventions mirror Mother Nature and the ways of The Universe.
A rock rolls... we make a wheel.
So what's up with the picture world of colors on your phone screen?
The Sun knows.
A rock rolls to make a wheel possible.
The Sun shines to make The Internet,
To light up every screen.
Day and Night make the original binary light.
A Big Bang? More like pressing the power button on.
Thanks for sharing another sunrise with me, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of The Sun typing on a laptop.
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A Little Wonder with Your Breakfast
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
Thursday, February 12, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder falls every morning on Wonder Fell.
Literally. O/
Welcome to the show.
A little wonder with your breakfast.
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
"Why every morning? Why so many, so much, so often these words of wonder, Wynn?"
-Interesting (and wordy) Reader
Like a doctor prescribes extra Vitamin D to help with your deficiency, so the prolific words of Wonder Fell roll on.
Thanks for reading.
How's your sense of Wonder?
The healthiest people have the healthiest senses of Wonder.
So how's yours?
All you got to do is look up and ask the sky why to find out.
Awe with a solemn gratitude for being alive returns for an answer when your sense of wonder is healthy.
"What about you, Wynn? How's your sense of Wonder today?"
-Compassionate Reader
Alive and well, thank you very much.
Wondering about Wonder Fell itself.
The shape and sustainability of it.
It's my morning journal, so I will continue it everyday for as long as I can. But... publish it?
So long as it keeps helping: Yes.
You see all Art is an act of generosity, a free giving.
There's something an artist notices, some dream so wonderful they want to share.
They pick a craft and steer the ways of that vessel with pens, keyboard keys, paint, and musical scores; until their wonderful dream is felt fully shared.
My journal will always be full of words and ways to share my greatest dreams. The world could use some help remembering what Life is truly about: Dreams and doing dreams to make Life a more enjoyable and sustainable experience.
Colore continues and will have a significant steady place here again soon enough.
It's not just a novel; it's an Epic Poem.
So I work on the structure and presentation.
Poets differ from other writers in how we use the printed word. Geometry is also a poet's consideration... as is lyric and meter.
Colore can be worth so much; I just want to get it right.
And so I write.
Thanks again for reading, check the sky, check your wonder, and share it.
And make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person on a boat on a lake at sunrise.
A Portfolio of Your Dreams
Surround yourself with so much evidence of the work you love that you're undeniable.
Sunday, February 08, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome Back. O/
Imagine doing work you love.
Take some time today, even five minutes, and do some.
Really.
Everyday do work that you love.
The more you do the more you're able to do.
Artists and Craftspeople, the World is with you. Some just don't understand your work at first.
The only way to feel right being any kind of Artist is to make your Art. Write, paint, draw, sing and shape notes.
Craftspeople, set up a shop in a quiet room and build something. People will understand you, but only by working.
Do what you love everyday. Build a portfolio of your dreams.
Surround yourself with so much evidence of the work you love that you're undeniable.
Artists and Artisans, Life gets better, but only by working.
You can create for five minutes everyday.
One true sentence or drawn shape, if you say depression is in the way, will get you evidence you're not depressed after a few weeks of making them.
Be undeniable to yourself.
There's a palace of words on Wonder Fell for my mirror.
Thanks for reading. O/
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There's something worthwhile in you worth sharing. Share it. Build something. A stick figure drawing, a dining room table, a new exhaust manifold, a sonnet... something.
The idea is to create. Find ways you most enjoy creating and go!
Fast or slow just go.
It adds up; it gets easier.
You are what you make yourself to be. It's called being an adult.
When we're young we dream ourselves the most incredible things: A Spaceship, A Dinosaur, A Dragon!
The practicality of growing-up doesn't need to end those dreams.
Adult! Make A Spaceship, A Dinosaur, A Dragon! Let me know when you do. I'd love to see your creations.
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Sun's up. Light blue, the kind you find in nurseries, for a sky. A few puffs for clouds. A day of Arctic temps for the Northeast United States.
Stay warm, dream something, make something, take care and make wonderful our wonderful day.
Wynn
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