Golden spring, you inspire me to write.
The way you pierce, renew and burst
invades my thoughts all day and night,
weaving itself into lines of verse.
I could compare you to a gentle larch.
You are more fragrant, forgiving and fresh,
though sudden frost may freeze buds in March
and give me sudden shivers with its caress.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your luminescent celandine and crocus,
dreams of your daffodils fill my days,
and vernal enchantment gives me focus –
until you disappear with flagrant heart.
Remember my words whilst we’re apart.
Kim M. Russell (and some artificial intelligence), 23rd February 2023
It’s Thursday and we’re Meeting the Bar over at the dVerse Poets Pub with Björn. He invites us to experiment with artificial intelligence in writing poetry, and has shared some sites that we can use. He says we are free to choose our tools and wants us to edit the poem and/or mix it with our own words.
I tried a few of the AI sites, with a variety of forms and words, and the poems they produce are very formulaic, often make no sense, and need a lot of edits.
This is my first attempt.
writing in north norfolk 
I love the way you can see some of the inspiration, and today I really feel well that you too found most of the tools too immature to use even as a starting point. I think I recognize a few lines from famous poets.
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I forgot to include the original AI poem, the poets I chose, and the AI program I used. I didn’t like the sonnet before I played around with it a little, but it’s really not my style.
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This is breathtakingly beautiful, Kim! 😍 I admire this part; “I love your luminescent celandine and crocus, dreams of your daffodils fill my days, and vernal enchantment gives me focus.” 💘💘
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Thank you Sanaa. I don’t like it at all. I prefer to write my own poems. 😦
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It reads OK but there is something “inhuman” about it. I much prefer your poems without AI, Kim!
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Me too, Lisa!
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you tamed the AI so well with this one Kim – tight neat lines and beautifully focused beginning with that first tremendous stanza
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Thank you Laura. I’m afraid I’m not that keen on it. I prefer to write my own poems from scratch.
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The ‘borrowings’ are so flagrant that they’re almost plagiarisms. In fact, the Barret-Browning is a direct theft. The overall effect is like listening to a stand-up comic, waiting for the punchline.
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It is!
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Love this writing about spring….and then using the line “How do I love you? Let me count the ways.” This AI thing is a bit weird….enjoyed your poem but have no idea how much is you and how much is AI. Would love to have seen the actual lines suggested by AI to compare. I suspect your version is MUCH better! 🙂
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I was remiss. Everyone else included the original AI poem and which program they used. The original of this one was dire. I have a couplet poem written by AI which is just completely weird, which I might or might not share. It really is awful.
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I can recognize some famous lines but this part here is lovely with your deft touch:
I love your luminescent celandine and crocus,
dreams of your daffodils fill my days,
and vernal enchantment gives me focus –
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Thanks Grace.
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A curious exercise in playing with words. It’s hard to get over that “artificial” feeling and I think generally, there is something lacking for the human touch and inspiration when using a program like this, so like you, I too don’t much care for the process. This being said, I DO think your attempt is lovely. It works well enough in itself – but I know it’s not your “true” voice, which is one I’d rather read any day.
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I so agree about the artificial feeling. Poetry isn’t poetry without human involvement,
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I agree, it doesn’t have your usual flow. (K)
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I don’t know if you know this Kim, 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.🕊
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I have tears in my eyes as I type this, so please excuse any typos. Thank you for letting me know, Rob. I though I hadn’t seen any poems or photos by Glenn for some time. He was one in a million and I’ll miss his unique style and humour.
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