The wild, wild wind tore me gently
shaken into roses for my late delight,
it held me to her bosom;
beamless through the stones
in a tumultuous song,
and saved for us the first kiss, sweeter than sun.
Perhaps as the first blessings of May;
we were seized by the barbarian laburnum
reflecting into a ceaseless sun;
and even in the face of my calm delight,
light and beauty and desire
swelled into the pale, pale gold of May.
You, an angel’s whisper in this pearly land,
virtue and right viewed in a mirror of desire.
Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Paul Laurence Dunbar, and Sara Teasdale
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE, With additions by myself.
Today I host at dVerse MTB where we try to use Artificial Intelligence to write poetry. I also added an AI generated picture. I hope it will be fun.
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It looks like you had fun with this one, Björn!
Admiring the melding of lines by those poets Bjorn. Can’t wait for the first blessings of May. Thanks for hosting.
This is absolutely stunning, stunning write Bjorn! 😀 I so admire this part; “it held me to her bosom; beamless through the stones in a tumultuous song, and saved for us the first kiss, sweeter than sun.” 💙💙
Some of the words are mine, some are from poets.
Sorry, not a fan.
IT (or perhaps you)threw out one or two gems including
“light and beauty and desire
swelled into the pale, pale gold of May.”
That is a medley of me and AI… IT gave me Pale Gold of May.
Sounds like you sat down and wrote it all yourself. Very much your style!
It was like picking lines from poetry books and blending them to yours.
Nope. This is pastiche, not poetry. I think we should all go away now and write a poem using all our own words. The result would be much more convincing 🙂
I’m with YOU, JD.
Thought you would be.
Looks like you did indeed have fun with this one. I really like the final couplet! Would loved to have seen the “original” the AI produced before you edited to this.
It pleases me that some of the words you quote are actually my very own.
Others I have edited and a few are coming from the tool.
I think it works very well for people who enjoy abstract poetry and stretching their imaginations.
This section so creatively conjures death or a deathlike experience:
“shaken into roses for my late delight,
it held me to her bosom;
beamless through the stones”
It’s sort of like a pleasurable, breathless state of being buried and trapped but wanting to be.
“barbarian laburnum” … how gorgeous; I’m still pondering and will come back
I see multiple possibilities, but ultimately there’s intense desire joined with purity and heaven — of being ravenous for someone but abstaining in a state of calm to preserve a more delicate and wholesome love.
Or it’s a vampire poem.
I think it was an interesting exercise – and if one is inclined to play around, there can be some intriguing lines and images that come out. Personally though, I don’t think much of AI. This being said, I did enjoy your efforts – and I think it’s probably “more successful” because you added more of your own thoughts within the generator.
I really love the last lines – very powerful, mystical and sublime – a fitting end to what you’ve co-created.
I think that it was, and I used the tool to add my own lines every now and then Finally, I edited it to be smooth so I think it is my poem more than the tools.
This is interesting, Bjorn. Most of the AI poetry I have read has been rhyming and rather banal. I wonder if this is because you changed a lot of stuff… I’d love to know how this came about!
This is probably more than 50% my own writing, and I also edited a few of the suggested ones.
(and I avoided the rhymes altogether)
I especially like the last couplet. (K)
Those were suggested by the tool, but I changed it a bit so it came together as a unit.
I don’t know if you know this Björn, I just found out today. Our friend and fellow poet Glenn Butkus passed away last Friday the 17th. I will miss his bold ways. Rest in peace Glenn.🕊
I learned it from you and we will be sure to pay a proper tribute next week.
Bravo Björn.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💜love
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