Pervading the dark and gloomy loam, creeping tendrils seek contact with the unknown, but not unknowable. They grope about and sculpt the soil, forming passageways between the trees fermenting slowly, freeing nitrogen and phosphorous from inorganic chains to their alien neighbors, offering exchange of substance for sustenance warmth, and nourishment lacing their roots, soothing their moods; harsh circumstances circumvented for the sapling supplicants supported by severe, distant, but not unkind, unyielding kin. The sly, sacred vows of mycelial brethren their unseen sins
Which, sadly, it does quite often. The Phoenix is one of the rare ones that was able to be a prompt in its entirety, instead of only a title, stanza, or line.
I also really like the artwork you use. It works so well with the images in the poems.
Thank you. I generate them with midjourney, solely using the poem itself or as much of an excerpt as I can(if it tries to censor my poetry)
Which, sadly, it does quite often. The Phoenix is one of the rare ones that was able to be a prompt in its entirety, instead of only a title, stanza, or line.
This is exquisite ❤️😭💕!