AI Recites My Poem
The truth?
It chilled me
The soft lady’s voice
Beauty sans
humanity
reading me
in my car
Helpless without
training wheels
& words lose
their love
when run together
A zombie read
A lifeless read
less of a poem
more like a screed
Passion dissected
conforming to
fashion
& my title
“Paterson Conversation”
hanging on the
bluetooth screen
a musical note
at its side
lovely like a pendant
lit up like a lie
My poem stripped
to the bone
Alone
How she (it?)
found it
spoke it
& me never
requesting it
I don’t know
I don’t know
if the future
is for manufactured
voices alone
& this I fear
that when AI
recites a poem
of what it does
it doesn’t care
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Wow! Creepy.
Wow, I love this poem and also share your fears about/distaste for AI!
Brilliant. And, as Kevin said, creepy.
This poem gets to the crux of it–that these technologies lack the element of care. Well done!
Thanks, everyone. Here’s the revised version:
The truth?
It chilled me
The soft lady’s voice
Beauty sans
humanity
reading me
in my car
words losing
their love
when run together
A zombie read
A lifeless read
less like a poem
more like a screed
Passion dissected
conforming to
fashion
& my title
“Paterson Conversation”
hanging on the
bluetooth screen
a musical note
at its side
lovely like a pendant
lit up like a lie
My poem stripped
to the bone
Alone
How she (it?)
found it
spoke it
& me not
requesting it
I don’t know
I don’t know
if the future
is for false
voices alone
& this I fear
that when AI
recites a poem
of what it does
it doesn’t care