Artificial
Can chatbot rhyme
and measure meter?
Can it extend a metaphor?
Can he/she/they catch
morning light across the new
plowed field and feel it
as a lost nostalgia?
If it goes out
at first light
after a restless night
to search those fresh turned
furrows and reaches down
to dirt to find
an ancient arrowhead,
a shard of flint knapped
expertly by hands whose
bones eroded many many
moons ago, does it’s own
hand tremble?
13 thoughts on "Artificial"
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Human connection and experience create the most beautiful expressions IMO
I can smell the dirt, feel the shards. Thanks for introducing me to a new word, “knap.”
The question at the end wraps up the poem nicely, and I love the image of eroded bones
AI will never have Duende. Not in our lifetime.
You create the magic, sir
That’s it, Joseph. The duende is the human song.
Gorgeous. I hope it’s correct. The scary thing about AI is that while it’s rudimentary now, it keeps getting smarter, more sensitive to nuance, more “human.” I guess we’ll see.
Lovely. Full of memorable images. Love the format of question after question.
This is a gorgeous poem. I love it.
Thank you for this poem. It’s on-point and as other’s have commented — gorgeous.
You just proved what AI cannot do!
I’m with you. Drum machines ain’t got no soul, and neither do bot “poets.”
I’m curious (and nervous) to see how “it” would answer these questions. And I appreciate the posing of them in this way!
Love it. A timely and unnerving topic, but you’ve hit on the sweetness of human experience with your questions here.