
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wildflower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake (1757-1827)

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wildflower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake (1757-1827)

With this song the lyrics are almost incidental to the longing heartbreak Lucinda Williams infuses with every word she sings. She is an American treasure.
Are you all right?
All of a sudden you went away
Are you all right?
I hope you come back around someday
Are you all right?
I haven’t seen you in a real long time
Are you all right?
Could you give me some kind of sign?
Are you all right?
I looked around me and you were gone
Are you all right?
I feel like there must be something wrong
Are you all right?
‘Cause it seems like you disappeared
Are you all right?
‘Cause I’ve been feeling a little scared
Are you all right?
Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?
Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Is there something been bothering you?
Are you all right?
I wish you’d give me a little clue
Are you all right?
Is there something you want to say?
Are you all right?
Just tell me that you’re OK
Are you all right?
‘Cause you took off without a word
Are you all right?
You flew away like a little bird
Are you all right?
Is there anything I can do?
Are you all right?
‘Cause I need to hear from you
Are you all right?
Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?
Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Written by: Lucinda Williams
Album: West
Released: 2007
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

After reading a very eye opening article about AI I figured I had better hurry up and get to learning more about this massivly important invention that sounds like it will soon be sweeping over us all. Last time I asked The Duck to write some poetry using rugged American place names. This time I asked it to write poetry specifically about the American State of Iowa.
DUCK.AI: Ode to Iowa
In the fields of Iowa, where the cornstalks sway,
Golden grains whisper secrets at the close of day.
Des Moines rises, a city of grace,
Where rivers entwine, in this heartland place.
Through Greene County, the soft hills roll,
With farmhouses standing, each telling a soul.
The charm of the Cedar River flows by,
Beneath endless skies, where the hawks like to fly.
On the windswept plains of Western Iowa,
Cattle graze gently, life’s rhythm a law.
Sioux City calls, with stories so bold,
Of pioneers’ journeys, of legends retold.
As Pella blooms with tulips so bright,
In springtime’s embrace, a picturesque sight.
The Lake of the Hills reflects soft sun’s kiss,
In this tranquil haven, find moments of bliss.
In Iowa City, where scholars convene,
Pages of history whisper and glean.
The spirit of learning, so deeply ingrained,
In this tapestry woven, where knowledge remains.
From the cornfields to rivers, Iowa sings,
In the hum of the heartland, resilience clings.
With its landscapes so diverse, this state shines bright,
A symphony of colors in day and in night.
ME: Wonderful! Do you enjoy writing poetry?
DUCK.AI: I’m glad you enjoyed the poetry! Writing poetry is a unique way to express thoughts and emotions, and it allows for creativity to flourish. Capturing the essence of places and experiences through words is incredibly rewarding. Do you have any favorite themes or topics in poetry that resonate with you?
ME: Are you creative?
DUCK.AI: I strive to be creative by generating unique ideas, stories, and poems based on what you’ve shared or requested. While I don’t experience creativity in a human sense, I can certainly provide imaginative and original content. What kind of creative projects interest you?
I decided to stop there for the day, as I could see me wasting a whole afternoon with the Duck. I think Frost and Joyce are safe for now.
Next: I will sacrifice a story outline I wrote in high school to the Duck and ask it to write a complete short story. Hint: The outline involves a robot that discovers the will to live.

After reading a very eye opening article about AI I figured I had better hurry up and get to learning more about this massivly important invention that sounds like it will soon be sweeping over us all.
So I decided to ask it to write some poetry! Here it is, using Duck.ai:
ME: write some poetry using rugged American place names
DUCK.AI: Rugged American Landscapes in Verse
In the shadow of Pikes Peak, where the aspens sway,
Resides the echoes of a wild, spirited day.
Cascades of currents carve the granite rock,
At dusk, the sky ignites—time’s unyielding clock.
Where the Smokies whisper through the fogged embrace,
O’er valleys deep, a soft, haunting place.
Harlan County sings of struggle and pride,
Where ghostly trains rush; history’s tide.
From the windswept plains of Albuquerque’s call,
To Santa Fe sunsets that ignite and enthrall.
The spirit of the Rio Grande flows strong and deep,
In the heart of the desert, where wild dreams leap.
Amidst the rugged peaks of Denali’s throne,
The chill of glaciers, nature’s ancient bone.
Juneau stands proud as the sea meets the stone,
In this northern expanse, the wild is alone.
In the heart of Detroit, where engines would roar,
Ghosts of the factories, old dreams at the core.
Yet, life pushes forward, a resilient scene,
Where art meets the struggle—something evergreen.
These rugged names echo in hearts that roam free,
In landscapes profound, they craft history’s spree.
Let whispers of America linger and soar,
In the beauty of wildness, forever explore.
ME: did you write that?
DUCK.AI: Yes, I created that poetry with rugged American place names specifically for you. Each piece captures the essence of various landscapes and their unique stories. If you have any particular themes or places in mind, I’d be happy to craft something more tailored!
ME: I like those. Would you write the same type of poem specifically about the American State of Iowa?
Next: AI Iowa poetry

Alone, I come to the road.
The stony track gleams in the mist:
the calm night listens to God,
and star is speaking to star.
All’s marvelous, grave, in the sky!
Earth sleeps in the radiant blue…
Why such pain then, such weight on the heart?
Do I regret, wait for something new?
I expect no more from this life
and I’ve no regrets for the past.
I look for freedom and peace:
I want rest and oblivion at last…
But not the chill peace of the grave:
I’d like to sleep for all time
so life’s powers slept in my chest,
and it heaved with my gentle breath:
an enchanted voice in my ear
singing, day and night, of love:
and a dark oak to rustle over me,
and bend down from above.
Translated by A. S. Kline

Instead of lyrics this month I decided to share a poem I found in a small book titled “A Pocket Treasury of Irish Verse.”
Inside the little book is an inscription that reads: “Dear Joann, It’s great having you on this trip. Congratulations on BINGO! Verg & Dorothy 2001” As far as I know this poem has nothing to do with Joann, Verg or Dorothy, I just like it.
A White Rose
By John Boyle O’Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rose bud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

This poem has traveled along with me since I was around 12 or 13 years old and has popped up here and there over the following years. I came across it again recently and felt like sharing.
By Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679

I finished the Japanese Haiku book recently and decided to try my hand at some haiku. Here goes…
Your hopping bird prints
Make spring smells rise up to me
Lovely first Robin!

A meeting of children
Could have been forgotten
But we continued
Pen Pals
You to Missouri
Then back to Iowa
We played and
Became best friends
Jumping on my bed
Listening to Beatles
We both wanted to be John
I was Paul
And so the summers went
Playing soldiers
And Planet of the Apes
Times in the tree house
I don’t know
If we could have been
More wonderful
And complete
2021 By David Jacobi

I was sitting outside tonight
And spoke my dead brothers name
I asked if there was any
tiny
small
scrap
bit
portion
leftover of him
That was still here in this dimension.
Was there any way he could give me
Some kind of a sign
That something of him remained
What ever that might be?
The answer I heard was nothing
But a slight wind in the trees
And moonlight shining down
Crickets chirping in the darkness…
I will take that as a yes.
2017 By David Jacobi