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Thoughts on writing from a poet's point of view...
A Literal Process
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Monday, March 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Rain. The first light of dawn.
Like the best restaurant waiter comes to ask you how's your meal, so Wonder Fell inquires: How's your sunshine?
Did you get what you hoped for?
With all this wishing upon all these stars, funny how we forget the Sun's one too.
If it's day, there's no reason to search for a star to send your wishes to. Just look up.
If physics has anything to do with making wishes come true, it'll get here faster. The Sun's the granter of dreams closest to us.
Fairytales and daydreams, poetry and an epic poem... words that make lasting change.
Wonder Fell's cup of tea.
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The only way to ever truly change anything is to update your definitions of your words.
It's the reason for censorship and why poets in cultures long ago were treated with such respect.
Our craft is the only way change sticks.
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Update your definitions to upgrade your life.
America's been stuck in the muck on some very important words since our inception.
We've debated, we've marched, we've shed blood to prove our points. But none of those efforts instituted a lasting change.
Because the definitions remain.
Freedom, justice, race, equality... are some examples of words stuck in American muck.
The only way to heal our divides of understanding is to institute new stories to grow the definitions of our key Constitutional terms.
It takes poets and artists and musicians to paint a new picture of America to live in.
This is not pie-in-the-sky poet daydreamy thinking. This is the way civilizations are built and endure.
Colore is a starting point.
So I go back to it.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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What We're Able to Share
Reality = What we're able to share.
Friday, March 13, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Music. The lay of a line of prose,
Arose a rose with the sunrise.
Something beautiful washed and woke,
In the light of something beautiful.
How's your day, Dear Reader?
Does poetry or the cat got your tongue?
Whether it's eloquent verse or a feline's claws that give you pause, make sure to say what's on your mind.
Share your story of your dreams of a best life with someone in someway today.
Only what can be shared is called real.
Make your dream of your best life possible and share it.
Reality = what we're able to share.
And so I write dreams and thoughts of wonder so we can all have a sense of The Beautiful back in our lives in a very real way.
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It's so easy to share our words today. I wonder if we remember and realize what that means on a personal level.
Every post, comment, and troll you place online, or in a text message, represents you every time it's read.
If you had a bad day months ago and vented online about it to The World, you're having a bad day every time someone reads it.
A troll post makes you an unlikeable wretch every time it's read... for the rest of your life and life itself.
Take responsibility for the words you share; you're building yourself.
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A Transition Day, change is in the air.
An interesting bonus to keeping an online journal is it's easily searched.
A few well considered tags is all it takes.
You can see the progression of your ideas over time.
Cool blue sky, trees stretch and prep for Spring. A Green Scene Seen the name of the show about to show.
A somber, reflective, feel in today's sunrise.
Hope all's well, friends. O/
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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You're a Mirror for Sunshine
You're more than a puzzle to enumerate.
Thursday, March 12, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
First time here, or long time friends, welcome and thanks for reading.
Been at this awhile. There's hundreds of sunrises in a row recorded here for you.
My hope is that Wonder Fell reignites some wonder back into your dull scientific life.
You're more than a puzzle to enumerate. You're a fiery sphere of celestial incandescence. You catch and reflect the light. You're a mirror for sunshine.
Didn't you know?
No?
Good thing you have me around then. O/
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There are only three rules to writing well:
- The first is to be clear.
- The second is to only write what you would love to read.
- The third is to always be honest with yourself that you're following rules one and two.
I often wondered about the lives of poets. The ways they thought about day-to-day living. So many of their biographies are wrote by very un-poetic people.
Poetry emphasizes a conciseness of language. There's not a lot to read though their work speaks volumes.
I suppose it's like a teacher concerned about doing her profession justice, a scientist or architect wanting to do their job well, that's had me wondering.
More important to that teacher, scientist, and architect than the tools and techniques others employed is the manner of thinking of each professional.
What ways were they thinking about life to bring them so much success?
Van Gogh's Letters say so much about every brushstroke. If you're a painter, read some to benefit your work.
Rilke's got his Letters to a Young Poet, but what about the established Poet?
Both those works are looking glasses inside the minds of artists. Our binary blipping enumerated lives are starving for the inspiration and vision found there.
And so... Wonder Fell.
The Ancient Greeks, and every great civilization, revered poets. Doing so is integral to a society's success.
The World's been lacking the kind of attention a poet's point of view brings for a very long time.
I couldn't find it to read anywhere else, so I write it every morning at sunrise.
A prolific lack calls for a prolific poet.
Thanks for reading.
If you're inspired even ever so slightly, I'll consider it a win.
And a pun.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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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 ~
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Before the Start of the Show
Clocks jumped ahead one hour to remind us of the agreeable nature of Time.
Sunday, March 08, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Clocks jumped ahead one hour to remind us of the agreeable nature of Time.
Not that you always get along with what the time is, but that Time itself, how we measure it, is something we all agree upon.
The Sun rises and sets. Numbers are only a human convention so we can better discuss what the light means to us when we witness it.
Deep thoughts and dreams first thing in the morning. Sentences to wonder about. The Sun rose; wonder fell.
Dawn. There's more Spring than Winter in this morning's sunlight.
Adjectives ride every ray: hopeful, encouraging, inspiring, nourishing... light alive for breakfast. Spring!
Mother Nature's grow-show is about to begin.
That's the feel of today's sunrise, anticipation in the theatre before the start of the show.
Snow drips to splash drops off every rooftop into gutters around the town.
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How's the sound of your prose, Dear Writers?
Do you ever consider it?
The rhythm of each sentence is as important for a story's success as are your word choices.
When you read through your writing and something doesn't sound or feel right, that's the wrong note in a symphony. Get it in tune or get it gone.
Some helpful words to my prose and essay writing friends from your friendly neighborhood poet. O/
Lyricism matters at least as much to the voice in our heads as we read as it does to our ears.
My thoughts and work still focus on Colore.
Back to them.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Answer is Beauty
You'd be better off jumping off a bridge without a bungee cord than attempting to live without a place for The Beautiful in your Life.
Saturday, March 07, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Thaw. Temperatures start to rise.
Spring springing its sprung mists from snowbanks to water every tree from the ground up.
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What's the use of Beauty? It's part of my Life and Livelihood to celebrate and share it, so what's the point?
Many morning entries touch on what's up with The Beautiful.
But why should you care?
You could, of course, plug your wants and ambitions into some AI software and follow day by day the Large Language Model's replies everyday all day and live a respectable, quite un-beautiful, though successful and unfulfilling Life.
You'd be better off jumping off a bridge without a bungee cord than attempting to live without a place for The Beautiful in your Life.
The experience of beautiful things is a recognition of the harmony of coexistence.
Certain notes come together to make a certain pleasing chord.
It's the same with all acts of creation.
Certain words arranged in a particular manner evoke unique responses in a reader. It's my cup of tea; my Life is built around bringing forth Beautiful recognitions through words.
When words bring about a certain harmony between author and reader we call the experience: Beautiful.
How are we doing? O/
We shape our dreams in the same way we read: Words label clouds of imagination to rain down ideas.
The experience of making a dream into a reality is nowhere better reflected than while we read.
This is the human process AI seeks to emulate.
The important question here is why.
Why do we make language at all?
The answer is Beauty.
To build harmonious relationships with ourselves and Life.
There is so much more to say on this.
A lot is here already on Wonder Fell.
Type in a keyword of something of interest in the search bar.^
Chances are there's a tag for that.
Making labels (and tearing them down) is a Poet's business after all.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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On Words and Birds
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Context.
Do the words you say mean what the words you mean say?
Are you understood?
Hello again, btw. O/
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There's one rule when it comes to writing and speaking and that is: To be clear.
A focus on clarity of expression in Art and Life is the best gauge of success in communication.
We have a sentiment, the reaction causes a dream, we shape the dream with words to form an idea, we share our idea with our body to give The World.
Basic Being Human 101.
The point in the process where dreams get words to become thoughts is the focus and livelihood of Poets.
The success of Poetry is foundational to the success of humanity.
Imagine a World without language and then agree with me.
It's why Poets often get the reputation of being lost in daydreams; we're at work. We're circumspecting the dreams themselves to see what words serve them best.
Most people have word choice on a kind of auto-pilot. This is a good thing.
Most of the time.
There are aspects to your Life you wish to change. There's only one way to do that: Use new language.
Every word is a storehouse of potential experience.
If your words aren't meaning all they could, they're not meaning all they should.
Check your words; change your life.
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Not a change of subject, a reminder this is a morning journal... The songbirds arrived! The first true sign of Spring in the air this morning.
Birds will always be the most accurate meteorologists and calendars. They're survival depends on it.
This morning, days after a blizzard, the arrival of songbirds to signal Spring. Time to start the green grow show.
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Surely, you must at least think an eagle in flight is worth some consideration.
Songbirds at sunrise! Spring!
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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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 ~
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