The sky is volatile like his eyes;
baring into my brown and rosy sight,
as I opt to wear existential dread
like a dress,
consisting of a skirt with an attached bodice―
I tell myself it doesn’t matter,
only minutes before it begins to rain.
Didn’t he stand there once?
where cold allure of winter faded in translucent
body of water,
free in every way, to behave as a wanton―
I could follow him there and confirm
what bodies need,
but I shudder, when I remember that even here,
so close to Eden,
one cannot tear away from essence of argument.
He explores with fervour the idea that weighs
and tastes meaning;
as luscious as apple crumble,
it’s in that very moment that narcissus comprehends―
ties it with rope
and sanctifies that we may spend the night,
in quiet juxtaposition of souls under a white willow.
The rain comes to a halt,
he lights his cigarette and inhales deeply,
as dress comes off and deliberation is worn instead,
perhaps, it is no sin
but my cheeks are flushed,
narcissus takes a swig and begins to hum,
his fingers caressing the lovegrass,
barren and grey―
ah Poet, did you really think I’d change?
Picture courtesy: Touch by Felicia Simion, Pinterest.
Bjorn hosts at dVerse where he invites us to write a poem using Al-tool.
I used the site called Verse by Verse where we had to select three muses
to inspire us. I chose to go with Georgia Douglas Johnson, Sydney Lanier
and Edgar Allan Poe 💙
Posted for ‘Meet the bar artificially’ @dVerse Poets Pub
26 Responses
Oh I think you used the AI help to the best, still so much you. Love the modern Narcissus (though not less chilling).. I think you may even start to use this as a tool for writing.
It was super challenging! I might use it again .. but my muse usually likes to fly solo 😀
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
I’m pleased to see that you didn’t leave it all to the AI, Sanaa, and I recognised you in the poem. I especially love the title and your usual deft romantic touch, especially in the lines:
‘Didn’t he stand there once?
where cold allure of winter faded in translucent
body of water,
free in every way, to behave as a wanton’
and
‘He explores with fervour the idea that weighs
and tastes meaning;
as luscious as apple crumble’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I did like a few of the lines in this and I do see your voice in it, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
You must have thrown IT some tasty lines to get going with Sanaa as I too can hear your voice (thank goodness) and that makes the last line even more potent! Brilliant title too
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I recognize you in the poem… AI has nothing on you!! :>)
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I don’t know how you did it, Sanaa, but you made this read like one of your own poems!
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
It took me a few hours to compose this one 🙂
I could feel the influence of Edgar Allen Poe most especially in the first stanza.
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love the outcome Sanaa. The shivers and the delicious lines are still there specially:
He explores with fervour the idea that weighs
and tastes meaning;
as luscious as apple crumble,
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You took the tool and used in very well to your own advantages, so the result is a seamless voice that sounds very much like you – 100%. So curious, yes? I’m sure you picked some really delicious line selections, especially from Poe, and then added your own ideas and words to flesh this into a poem that is really, truly, a pleasure to read and savour. Well done Sanaa – Brava!
Thank you so much, Wildchild 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Yes, this has so much of your style.
I agree with you about “flying solo.”
Thank you so much, Tzvi 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Your voice comes through loud and clear.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I don’t know if you know this Sanaa, 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.🕊
Oh my goodness! Rest in peace, Glenn 😮 I will extend a prayer for him! Sending out an email to dVerse team asap!
This poem touched me deeply. As all your poems do! I could read your voice. The A.I. is nothing compared to the originality that you bring 💕
Bravo Sanaa. I could tell you lent your voice to this one
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love