by Julia Griffin

“AI poetry rated better than poems written by humans, study shows
Findings suggest non-expert poetry readers who participated preferred AI works
because they find them more straightforward and accessible”
—The Guardian

Asked to write a sonnet (subject unspecified), ChatGPT instantly obliged. Half of its sonnet appears below.
It wrote the lines in roman font; the italic lines are my replacement for its originals. Full ChatGPT sonnet
available on request. (Or you could ask it yourself.)
—JG

With shades of pink and gold in soft embrace.
ChatGPT, does that look good to you?
The quiet whispers time’s unhurried pace.
I know it took no time at all to do.
The trees, like silent sentinels, stand tall,
Well, yes, they would. That is the thing with trees.
Each leaf that falls, a story to recall,
Not much, unless the tree had some disease.
Yet in the heart, a deeper strength remains,
And what makes you an expert on the heart?
Of dreams that rise and hopes that never fade.
Or hopes that rise, and dreams—don’t let me start.
So as the day unravels and takes form,
Say we’re not looking at the art’s new norm!