Winter grief freezes,
heavenly light warms still air,
ice drips into dawn.
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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— Ai Intrusion ~ Are you Next ~ Is Ai Evolution after your job? — Few workplaces haven't been affected. Ai is in supermarkets, at doctors' offices, and even monitoring farms. I just can't think of anything this machine is not getting into, can you? For instance: Education ~ Law and Tech jobs will one day have a major influence or be taken over by these inanimate machines, with accuracy and vigor. From mechanics' diagnoses to a wide variety of everyday jobs, including fast food workers, with this input having the ability to cut their unnecessary work hours. I'm certain all of us have been touched by this with our short stories and colorful headings, have you? Even comments are very questionable 'Non-Robot' insertions.
By Jay Kantor5 days ago in Journal
Comments (6)
“Ice drips into dawn” is so hauntingly beautiful. Love it!
Great imagery in this poem.
This felt so blissful and you've painted such a beautiful picture with your words. Loved it so much!
Beautiful, Pamela! Love the picture as well. It's been a long last day of classes for me, but why do I have a feeling I've seen this picture already?
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What a beautiful haiku and a fitting image, Pamela!