stuck on the tutorial stage
these poems are dying
falling in the forest without a word –
thoughts written on the page
disappear into the ether
unheard
A cinquetin shared with Tanka Tuesday #52
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
1994ever 
Shaun you capture so well that ‘digital-age existentialism’ feeling that our creative output is being swallowed by a void 🙌
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Thanks again Ange 🙏 Appreciated.
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I love your reflections, Shaun, both “ars poetica” – a poem on a poem – and your sentiments on the great value of patience. Superb!
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Thanks Suzette 🙏
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poignant. And when they fall like that and no one around what do the words do to the forest? I love your poem
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Thanks Selma 🙏 Perhaps they turn into fairytales?
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Oh I like that— yes!
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Profound and poignant. Our words are falling, one letter at a time into the hands of AI.
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Thanks Eugi 🙏 Perhaps this is how we will get to live forever….?
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You’re welcome, Shaun. Perhaps…😇
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