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Imagine Vincent Van Gogh

A few years back I attended the immersive Imagine Van Gogh Exhibition in Vancouver where the artist's creations were projected onto walls. The above poem was partly written as a result of that visit and one I am re-posting for the What's Going On prompt: use an artwork of your choice for inspiration. Neither photos nor writings do justice to the essence of the man but I hope illuminate in some small way. 

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October's List

Halloween is fast approaching. The seasons do fly by, don't they? It was time to refresh Penelope with a spookier look. As always, she is bewitched by the journey. This, along with a glowing moon peeking in my window and a prompt from Poets and Storytellers United to "write from the point of view of October" inspired my few words below.

Now I am the master of the moon
I will grant its face a solemn phase
Sweep the sky with a witch's broom
Paint the leaves so they will amaze.
Spreading spells of chill and gloom,
I will let some fall, stray into decay
Weave into this mix, cozy cocoons
Midst the sobering kiss of October

October's moon beamed through the glaze of the glass like a mystic orb. 
   
Leaves huddled. In keeping with the season, a shop window in White Rock got scary ...
    
thanks to the artistic renderings and great work of a friendly not-so-spooky painter.
   
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The In-between Dream

Some dreams are so fantastical I wish I could stay sleeping longer while others scare me awake. Below I describe the latter, a dream I recently had, exactly as it unfolded.
Stressful dreams don't happen often. They can be like poems full of symbolism.
Thoughts ebb and flow like the tide, ponderings in the middle of our before and afters.
Life events linger to sometimes seek resolution during sleep.
My visit to Vancouver amid a heavy rainfall gave fresh perspective. A lovely chandelier sparkled cheerily in the foyer of a hotel.
Trees lining the streets were starting to change colour.
The city bustled. People were out and about unfazed by the rainfall.
Purple balls hung in the sky by the Art Gallery in Vancouver.
The art added colour to the gray day.
Strikers displayed their bright signage, too, in hopes of quick resolution. They are in a bit of a waking bad dream, stuck between wanting to work and wanting fairness.  
Crescent Beach back home was also starting to look like autumn.
I liked the cooler weather ...
and nature's decorations.
Tomatoes snuggled, touched by tiny droplets of occasional sunlight.
The usual suspects were out and about searching for food.
It looked like slim pickings.
Birds groomed before bedding. Perhaps they would have fantastical dreams of their own of catching fish or chasing eagles.
I, however, prefer dreams of flying carefree and wondrously through billowy skies.
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AI & Other Unconscious Pretenders

Humans rely more than ever on AI for information and help with a myriad of routine tasks. But it's a weird symbiotic relationship because AI gleans its data from human activity on the web, dipping even into the pool of casual bloggers. I've noticed an unusual uptick in my traffic and suspect it is more from AI bots scraping my data (and maybe yours, too) than random people searching the Internet. Bots have an insatiable appetite, aptly addressed in an article (hopefully written by a human) HERE. The fact that we incidentally feed a beast that learns from us was of no consequence to the squirrel, however, on a blue sky day when I met real and fake creatures along my way, inspiring my poem below. You might also enjoy reading AI's beautifully and instantly crafted response (bottom of post) when I asked it to compare itself to humans.
   
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Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C. You can link to my B.C. Fairies page HERE.

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Angels & Demons

Looking for blue to peek through the hazy skies lately. Along my way I've been thinking about the Ukrainian girl who traveled to America for safety and ended up dead due to a stranger's violent psychotic act. Angels sent her from her homeland believing in safer outcomes but something demonic found her regardless. And tragically no angels helped the mother calling/pleading for help for her mentally ill son before he became a killer. I have no explanation why bad things happen to innocent people, just a poem that ponders the coexistence of good and evil, each causing random ripple effects from which we cannot detach.
   
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