Is chat GPT bad at poetry or is it me?
Does it have to rhyme to record my feelings
at one time or another
To track what was important,
like an I woz ere graffiti from the 80's
AI IS here
accelerating what we now know,
exacerbating my nostalgia,
for an era we once knew,
a slow time.
When you’d simultaneously press play and record hearing that song you liked on the radio
that clunk summed it up
the clumsy effort, to be rewarded with a proper play back loop
Not a fake feedback loop
Back when scarcity of information and an itch for knowledge made us visit the library
to use microfiche
green writing filling a screen full of satisfying curiosities.
Searching shelf by shelf to get knowledge
Following the clues all the way to the copy machine
The world was in a book
The world book
A case of knowledge,
we took the time to digest.
A slow life to be lived
whilst gently polluting as if we knew nothing of it.
That was fun
Those unexpected coffees in the sun
Some belly laughs while you were on the run
This was fine
A gift of time
An in between moment became mine
This was ours
Planting seeds and flowers
Watching telly after hours
That was good
Laughing at stupid jokes
Because we could
You were home
Meals on the sofa
Not chats on the phone
You were here
Upstairs working
Where I could hear
You, loud and clear
With me near
Trying not to interfere
A new trio was born
And I'll attempt
Not to be forlorn
Rather, to thank
My lucky stars
For this shared time of ours.
I woke up this morning feeling fortunate
A new fortune amassed over the weekend
A weekend of moments with you two
Laughter and music, safely stored in my memory bank
Nothing is more precious to me
Nothing more worthwhile
Than these hours of complicity
We three
Or others there peripherally or permanently
The goodness of that free time shared makes me wealthy
Your voices collect interest in my memory
Your words hang like priceless art in my mind's eye
I start my week adorned with the rare jewels of happiness
What an investment! A weekend together en famille.
You wonder what you want,
What you desire,
To what you aspire.
You ask what you will need,
To leave the vacuum
That you assume
Why not
Take stock
Of what you’ve got
Of what is here, now for the taking?
Look around you
To see those who
Are not faking.
Who need no reminding,
Who are still finding,
In you,
Enough.
You
Why do you who,
Makes flowers grow from words
Why do you who,
Shapes graceful gardens
in paragraphs
Why do you whose,
majestic rivers of rhyme
Flow, Just so
Why do you,
landscaper of ideas, hold on
To your feelings, and fears
As the breeze blows in on the air
So we grow from worries shared
To free your mind from many cares
Let go of your balloon of fears,
And watch it as they disappear,
Dispersing dandelion clocks
Tied up in knots inside and locked,
From outside wisdom closed and blocked,
Your worries start to take control
They take up space they growl they grow.
So open up and let them go
And no more seeds of sadness sew
To grow into weeds of your anxieties.
Instead, favored with air
fair weather
Light as a feather
Cut free
You will blossom
As yours is genius beauty and creativity.
Much to do
Many tasks
Doing all, that
'To do list' asks
Listing forgotten
Things all night
Tense, and preoccupied
Drinking coffee, Nerves fried
For what?
Breathe?
I’ve tried.
Tick things off
More appear
It’s now, I’m here,
But not present
I’m off in my head.
To what end its not clear.
One day of rain
And everything had changed
Not wanting to complain
But seeing nothing was the same
I turned to a new page
Through milk bottle bottom lenses
No longer sure of what I saw
I'd misunderstood what was intended
knocked to the ground
By the ungrateful crowd
Who'd booed without a sound
I'll count my blessings
Say I've learned new lessons
Wait for the next rays of human kindness
To cure my temporary blindness
Catch an elusive moment
As a wisp of smoke
Grasped between your fingers
While on the air afloat
A concentrated flavour
To taste to feel to savour
A satisfying potion
To stop time in its motion
The tastiest bite of peach
Gives way beneath your teeth
The darkest chocolate piece
Its bittersweet released
That moment sun hits skin
You feel the place you're in
Come on and close your eyes
Don’t let this chance slip by
The very music of your being
Is in the details you’re not seeing.
