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Thoughts on writing from a poet's point of view...
Making Art is a Physical Exercise
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sun's up, prophetic dreams, a long sleep.
Glad you're here. O/
There's much to share, where to begin? How to prioritize?
The real questions we often call writer's block.
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
You simply have so much you want to say and share. The feeling isn't a block. It's a question of where to begin.
It's the reason for my tagline at the beginning of each entry.
It takes the guesswork out; it's a round of warm-up catch before the game.
Seeing as it's first thing in the morning, stretching these writer muscles is a good idea.
It's routine; it's ceremony.
Perhaps if you often find yourself in what's called a creative block you might try it out.
Develop your own ritual of sorts, your own pre-game warm-up.
Making Art is a physical exercise, after all.
Lean on what you love.
When I'm stuck with over-abundance, I write about writing. Eventually the focus on the physical act I'm doing leads to more topics for description.
Like how I began this entry with the phrase: 'prophetic dreams.'
Something my imagination faculties weren't 'warmed-up' enough to write about yet.
But here we are.
Sometimes the dreams while we sleep sew tapestries so clear of incongruous moments of our lives. A childhood friend shows decades later in a meaningful situation.
Dreams are evidence that there is an experience of existing outside of time.
See, my poetical waking self wanted to write that, but my poetic muscles weren't warmed-up enough yet to do so.
Start writing, doodling, smearing paint Artists! Remember you love this stuff.
Good ideas, brilliant imaginings, will show... but only by working.
Remember daydreaming is part of the job; it's shopping for supplies.
Take time to wander so you can work and have a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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More Than the Sound and the Spelling
There's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
Monday, February 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Good show, how'd your dreams go?
Sunrise inches closer to an acceptable hour, hints at Spring.
A good feel in the air today, vibes vibing right, such a delight, set to do the day right.
A rhyme always has a sense of joy and self-awareness in it.
Every rhyme reminds it's true,
Someone writes these words for you.
See, as long as you can read, you're never alone.
Glad you're here.
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Poetry verse went free and left you and me with guitar chords and drum machines, bass lines to pass our lyrics to.
But there's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
It's the sound of each sentence in your head as you read.
Are we in tune yet? O/
This head voice, where dreams go to search for words, is what writers share on every page and screen.
It's also the place that separates people from animals. You can craft your dreams into words.
Language is our shareable inheritance from the story called humanity.
Every word is like a story told around a campfire to our children to keep the ways of our race going.
When a mother points at a chair and says the world aloud, 'chair, chair' to her baby to teach them, that child receives more than just the sound and the spelling. They inherit their mother's whole understanding of the story of that word.
A mother that's a painter has a much different read on the story of a chair than a mother that's a carpenter.
When you speak and write, every story of every word you've ever processed goes into every sentence you share.
It has to. It's what language is for: to share this dream called humanity.
The understanding of the stories we share determines the quality of our relationships.
My work, the work of a poet, is to craft each line with these stories in mind to offer new ways to understand your catalog of words.
Poetry expands the possibilities of language and so... the possibilities of humanity.
You can only ever be as good as the understanding you have of the words you choose.
Consider your stories of what's important to you in your life. Do they serve your dream of a good life?
If not rewrite them, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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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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How Stories Shape Our World
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Thursday, February 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Something new and tried and true... The Sunrise.
And Wonder Fell. O/
Glad to be read by you.
On with our show...
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Practical matters lately. Getting New-New Hampshire set for formal publication.
Colore is still in the works. No worries, Dear Reader, we won't leave Hope, and Finn, and Langston standing at the threshold much longer.
There's the site redesign and clean up.
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Do you read Wonder Fell at night?
How ironic of you.
Having such a good relationship with irony, we're sure to be great friends.
Poet: Irony is in the job description.
Poets do write stories too, by the way.
When a poet writes a story it's called an Epic.
Wynn, The Poet, writes an Epic; it's called: Colore.
It's in the works. I post progress of it here and discussion of working on it here.
At present, the storyline is on pause to finish some world building.
One of the main differences between a poetical Epic story and the novels we're used to is the structure.
Poetry uses the form of the text to help shape its message.
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Dr. Seuss is an example of a poet using verse to help shape the story's message.
Colore is not a story for children, though there maybe a rhyme from time to time.
The poetic shape is that of characters experiencing mythic type stories and then juxtaposing the moral message of those events to happenings in the modern world: The Side-Stories.
The intent of Colore is to remind us how our stories shape our World.
It shows why The State of our Modern Press is our poison at present. It's a reminder of our responsibility to share better tales to see a better world.
We can only ever be as good as the dream we have of Ourselves.
Poets and Artists of all types shape ways to express what is possible to experience.
Our Arts and Entertainment industry in America right now is just as responsible for our Nation's divide as is The Press.
Where's Hope Hollywood?
Hope is in every story told well and every honest brushstroke of every Artist.
And so I write.
It takes words to heal Our Nation of Words.
Stories are always the best way to take that kind of medicine.
Popular music lyrics, as well, help give Hope.
Artists of America someone's got to be the adult in our Country's dividing room. My Vote is for The Arts to step up and heal Our troubled Nation.
Take care, if you're an Artist of any kind consider what hope you can share and where, then share it and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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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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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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For the Sake of Words
Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.
Tuesday, January 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
We write the morning; we do the day.
We march one step and sip of our coffee or tea to see the words match our dreams.
Hope all's well Dear Reader. O/
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For the sake of words... definitely the title.
What my work is about lately: The poetry of words.
A poem about words is like biting your own teeth.
But with all the babble on blaring around us, someone ought to point out the cause.
How we treat our words is how we value life.
A world without language is a monkey's mess.
Words, like people, are alive.
Language needs dreamers to keep it going. A word is never done, never dead.
Humanity evolves because its language does.
The link between evolution and language is a redundancy.
The only way to evolve is to grow our understanding.
That means to heal and expand our expressions.
And so I write.
Every morning.
Thanks for reading.
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Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.
Your words really do matter that much.
Your language is the art you use to communicate yourself to the world.
Be clear. Be sincere. Your voice, written or said, is the masterpiece you share with life itself.
A lie told is a disingenuous brushstroke, a rookies mistake, a disservice to the painter as well as the viewer.
When you listen to and take your advice from falsehoods you follow a GPS app that gives bad directions.
You never get where you intend to go. You walk, drive, live around frustrated all your efforts do nothing more than get you more lost.
This is why my Country hasn't healed since the time of Covid. We're being fed lies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And too many are eating what's served as opposed to choosing something better.
The modern media machine in America, at present, is a GPS app that gives bad directions.
It's no longer enough to only refuse to watch and listen to the lies, we now must serve and share something better.
Consider Wonder Fell something better shared; a Poet stepping up.
As always thanks for being here, take care, share words of hope, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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A Few New Considerations
We, as writers, must write what we love to read to have any success.
Sunday, January 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your day? O/
What topics are on your mind?
The direction of the weather and Wonder Fell for me this morning.
Arctic Temps give way to snow late today.
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Colore updates! That's the way we'll discuss what's up with The Epic in this journal.
More World building yesterday.
Posting a story as you write it sets up a few new considerations. The first is editing. The second is cohesion.
Practically put, I've been writing for decades. I know my voice and how to make a sentence. If classic grammar doesn't like one of my commas, remember I'm a poet, check my poetic license (Wonder Fell works), and move on.
Cohesion's the thing.
Making up a story as we go is part of the joy of writing. Creating the rules and ways of the story world are what's going on behind the scenes in Colore.
It's a fantasy writer's bane and beautiful. I'm enjoying working with the genre. We, as writers, must write what we love to read to have any success.
For me, my always 'love-to-reads' are poetry, Emerson's Essays, and any fantasy story like: Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, and Narnia's tales... coming of age Wonderland tales.
And so... the poems, the daily essays, and The Epic all found here.
So Wonder Fell marches on. Essays, and poems, an Epic... Oh My!
Btw, The Of Sorts Gallery (of sorts) is still on. We're in development mode. We'll stick with a single pen and ink stick figure pic by an algorithm of doodlers everyday until then.
Back to World Building for me.
And back to you making wonderful your wonderful day.
Thanks for reading. O/
Wynn
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