What the Night Tells Me
the night
falls silent on me
I blush into the shadows
Written on February 29th, 2024, the visualization was created by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer via Bing.
What the Night Tells Me (Poem)
The Secrets of the Night (Untitled Poem)
the night
all her secrets
she has long revealed
I wrote this in 2024. The visualization was provided by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer via Bing.
What might the night have wanted to conceal or have concealed? Let’s have a look into this enchanting question, my friend.
The night, that velvet cloak draped over our world, holds secrets in its inky folds. Perhaps it shields the tender dreams of sleepers, wrapping them in a cocoon of starlight and shadow. Or maybe it’s guarding the wild dances of nocturnal creatures, their secret revels hidden from prying eyes.
Think of the whispered confessions uttered under its cover, words that daylight would shy away from. The night could be concealing stolen kisses, clandestine meetings, or moments of raw, unguarded emotion.
Just Us (Untitled Poem)
when it’s just us
we remain quiet—
the moon and me
I wrote this on December 24, 2023. The visualization was provided by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer via Bing.
Exploring the Symmetry of the Poem
The poem has a subtle yet elegant symmetry, created by the balance between the speaker, the moon, and the silence they share. The first two lines set up a mirrored structure: “when it’s just us” reflects intimacy, and “we remain quiet” mirrors the peacefulness of that moment. The final line brings both the speaker and the moon into equal standing, emphasizing their quiet connection. The dash before the last line creates a pause, highlighting the reflective symmetry between the quiet of the speaker and the quiet of the moon.
Moon Haiku
The moon on the path
it sleeps within a puddle
quietly alone
Conceived on 06.06.2024 and visualized in a surreal way by DALL-E via Bing and Microsoft Designer.
It only became a Haiku by chance, or rather, the words somehow came together on their own, and in the end, syllabically, it turned out to be a 5-7-5 Haiku. When words find their form naturally, it sounds effortless, less forced; after all, poets often hammer and hack away at their verses until they fit. In this sense, a Haiku is a Procrustean bed. Under such circumstances, I would not want to be a sentence. But here, everything came together effortlessly, a kind of literary underwater birth — in this case, in a puddle. See also: Summer Blue Haiku
The Blue of the Soul—How a Color Awakens Creativity, Relaxation, and Poetry
Blue, the color of infinity, the sky, and the sea. It makes us dream, long, and hope. But what makes this color so special? Why does it continually captivate us, inspiring poets, painters, and lovers alike?
Blue is the color of the soul. Join me in a world full of possibilities. Who knows, you may discover hidden talents and new facets of yourself along the way. Blue will show you the path.
I actually had a blue room once, a while back. It’s surprising how many objects you can find in blue—you just need to look. I even had a blue TV back when those things were still incredibly heavy, which was quite a rarity back then.
Let yourself be immersed and enjoy your visit to the mysterious world of the super-color blue. Who knows, you might discover a whole new side of yourself. Here are 16 poetic blue thoughts and ideas to carry you up into the sky.