I lay my bare bones
hot...parched…
weary-
finding relief &
rejuvenation of spirit
I release my sorrows
& pain
washed away
by tears
flowing into a river,
down the mountain
&
out to the sea...
poetry by lbaccus april 12 2019
I believe poetry is a visual force. Instead of a paintbrush or a stylus, I use my words to arrange pixels- translating the rhythm of my verse into the language of light and shadow. Each image is a symbiotic vision, born from my stanzas and realized through the lens of AI. This is a human and AI collaboration. All the words are from my quill. All the images created with AI- a process called synthography. On rare occasions, I use photos from my camera roll.
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