Showing posts with label artificial intelligence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artificial intelligence. Show all posts

Thursday, February 23, 2023

AI Poet 3

To be on the brink of colour

Coming out of shadows

Is to stand at the edge of a cliff,

With the wind in your hair


Your eyes catches the sunlight

The soothing hum of bees & birdsongs 

Vibrance of wheatgrass and red vines

Wild flowers peeking above shrubs


The sky moves in murmuring waves 

Painting each frame with shades of blue

Above the draping weeping willows 

Underneath your feet breathes life


At winter's end, there is a symphony

Between the soil & headless flowers 

All at once, their fragrance is a lilac melody,

A beckoning that rises and floats.


To be on the brink of colour,

Is to count past the days of grey

And long nights of white grief,

To grasp and take that very small step


To where light bounces from tree to tree

You stitch the colours inside your pocket

And spread the quilted blanket on the floor

Season of flowers is around the corner


*****


The poem above is a revised version of the AI poem below:

To be on the brink of colour,

Is to stand at the edge of a cliff,

With the wind in your hair,

And the sun on your skin.


It's to feel the world around you,

In all its vibrant hues,

To see the beauty in everything,

And feel it infuse.


The sky is a canvas,

Painted with brushstrokes of gold,

The trees are alive,

Their leaves rustling bold.


The flowers are a symphony,

Each petal a note,

Their fragrance a melody,

That rises and floats.


To be on the brink of colour,

Is to know that life is a gift,

To be savoured and cherished,

With every breath and lift.


For in every moment,

There is a chance to see,

The magic that surrounds us,

And set our spirits free.


So let us embrace the colours,

That paint our world so bright,

And bask in their radiance,

As we walk into the light.


This poem was created by Chat GPT:  To Write a Poem:   To be on the brink of colour.  This line is credited to Vikki on Twitter:

"To be on the brink of colour as if I've sorted the wrong days from the hapless season..." ~ L'Atelier De La Vie

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