12:00 AM – Handwritten Poem – (Hour 16)
24 Endings
Waiting for winter
As autumn appears
Colors colliding
Stars sparkle superb
Greens hold gently
Before bursting below
Chilled cold mornings
Find crystals of frost
Willow is waiting
Patient with pride
Long lanky arms
Take twizzling turns
Refresh and relax
Enough is enough
There’s always another
Time for a test
Hour 24 – Questions for Tech Support
Questions for Tech Support
When The Cloud loses your files, where do they go?
Are the byts and bytes encapsulated in the raindrops?
If I set out some pans, could I get my documents back?
What happens to corrupted files? Is there a trial?
Do they go to prison?
If they want to put them in protective custody, I’ll take mine back.
When I log into my account with my email,
and the site asks for my email, and I give it back the email I logged in with,
and it tells me I can’t use that email because it is already in use, I want to know:
Does the program understand irony?
Is there any way to turn off ChatGPT? Like, for everybody? I think someone has created a monster.
It just hasn’t eaten any little children yet.
Why so many upgrades? I just got used to the way it was –
why can I not find the double space button now? Or change case? Or page borders?
Do you hate me? Or is this all an additional perk of the program?
Hour Twenty-Four: hope
the still point
of the turning gyre
that’s where i am
when around me
chaos reigns
the still point of the
churning ocean
that’s where i am
when creation nudges
the still point
of the mists of time
that’s where hope blossoms
that’s where i am
2023 Poem Sixteen
They say everything is bigger in Texas,
which quite a bit does seem to be, but no one ever told me that also meant light pollution. No one told me I would be missing skies full of orchid swirling in and out of peach sprinkled with hints of white and heavy streaks of an almost magenta welcoming the sun each morning. That living near a city becomes a black hole for your entire sky. Light pulling in the light and warmth of the day before it can caress your skin. Instead, it leaves you air thick with heat to engulf those foolish enough to venture outside.
Prompt 23 – An Alien World
Image Courtesy of Pixabay
Beneath the cosmic tapestry, a sight to behold,
An alien world in mysteries untold.
Its skies ablaze with hues unseen on Earth,
A place of wonder, of unearthly birth.
A crimson sun, a perpetual twilight’s gleam,
Casts shadows strange, like scenes from a dream.
Beneath its light, a landscape so surreal,
With towering spires and a surreal appeal.
Crystal forests shimmer with a subtle glow,
Inhabitants unknown, where do they go?
With limbs like tendrils and eyes that shine,
In this alien world, a lifeform so divine.
Rivers of liquid glass wind through the land,
And mountains soar like castles made by hand.
The air, a mix of scents both strange and sweet,
In this otherworldly place where life and beauty meet.
But beware, for danger lurks beyond the sight,
In this alien world, where day turns into night.
A realm of wonder, where mysteries unfold,
An uncharted universe, a story yet untold.
So gaze upon this world, so strange and wild,
A canvas of the cosmos, an alien child.
In every crevice, a secret to unveil,
In this extraordinary world, where wonders never fail.
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023
Burried in tears
BURIED IN TEARS
Buried in tears
I spread my angelic wings
Ready for the unknown
Buried in tears
My lips let out
The dangerously unexpected scream of joy
Buried in tears
I vowed not to ever take my freedom for granted
