Galatea Won't Be Reformed
the muses refused the sculptor's call
moulding hands lost the touch
now they can only maim and destroy
give over to unseen forces
wait for them to deliver
in the erratic glow
of a shattered lantern
an air-borne debris waltz
in jagged shafts of light
Brownian particles
struggle to create
through interpretive dance
and staticky smoke signals
it was this way, or vice-versa
chattering indecision and bickering
they can’t seem to agree
but like Pygmalion
they miss the fair lady
you once were
in Never-Never Land
you have grown up
be it with organic earth
prayers or pixie dust
Galatea won’t be reformed
Galatea Won't Be Reformed is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. The collection of short stories and poetry, along with other works, is available in paperback and kindle. Link in my bio.
The Sun Drops Its Last Coin
with dwindling heat
the sun drops
a last coin
the Autumn wind
insists on rest
for the clumsy
libertine
From Gutter Dog
Thrown over was the verve draining northern city; fallen away was a world of sky dominating steel and glass monoliths. Farewell to cold argent. His woman breathed out lifeless grey and inhaled warmth and vitality. Under the tropical sky, her frosty pallor melted into a sunny gold. The metamorphosis was complete. She’d been reborn a full-blood child of the sun.
*Gutter Dog is published in Strays. Strays can be found on Amazon in paperback and #Kindle. An image link is also below.
At Your Service
would you have angels kneel
their feathers touch the ground
pinions form ramps so minuscule beings
might transcend glass metropolises
urban hovels and over-flowing gutters
to tromp about the heavens
like Icarus, but wingless
soon scorched just the same
how did the angel get his wings
did he demand his plumes
did he roll around in the muck
so sticks and dead leaves would mimic plumage
from afar it’s hard to tell the difference
the faux, the knock-offs, from the genuine
but good luck flying that way
the only thing taking to air
will be the stench of decaying detritus
would you have angel’s kneel
their feathers touch the ground
because for you, they might
soon there will be no more angels aloft
only minuscule beings like you
treading upon their bended spines
how did the angel get his wings
by never asking anyone to kneel
so he could gain a better a view
the angel got his wings
with faith he could fly
At Your Service is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels and available in paperback and #kindle through Amazon. Link below.
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Words and Poetry are my own. Images unless otherwise attributed are a collaboration between me and AI, Grok. They should be viewed visual haiku, in that they contain symbolism. I include multiple images to hint at the process, which can be lengthy at times.The concepts are my own creation and the rendering AI. Keep drawing and painting. AI cannot replace your hard work and excellence. Galatea Won't Be Reformed and At Your Service are published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Gutter Dog is published in Strays. The Sun Drops Its Last Coin was most recently published on X social media platform. All titles below, including Monsters, Avatars, and Angels and Strays, represent lengthier works and are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
The bee images are interesting to me because seeing insects that close up appear like aliens to me!
I imagine we look like giant ogres with inside out to them:)
I asked AI to generate a picture based on how insects view a human: