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What Happened When I Asked Chat GPT to Write a Poem in the Style of My Poem “Autumn Fly”?

I asked Chat GPT (software developed by https://openai.com/), to write a poem in the style of my own poem “Autumn Fly”. The results are below. (“Autumn Fly” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV).


Write a poem in the style of this poem.



An autumn fly

Buzzes around my head.

Summer is dead

Yet will not die.

Seasons pass.

We are brittle as glass,

This fly and I.



Chat GPT’s Poem:


A winter breeze howls through barren trees,

The autumn leaves have all gone to sleep.

The world is frozen, silent and still,

But a lone fly lingers, against its will.


It buzzes and flutters, seeking escape,

From the icy grip of this wintery landscape.

Its wings beat fast, a frantic blur,

A symbol of life, in a world so unsure.


For we too are fragile, like the glass,

That shatters with a single touch, alas!

Our time on earth is fleeting and brief, Like the seasons that bring us joy and grief.



Yet this fly persists, a stubborn light,

In a world that’s dark and cold as night.

It reminds us to cling to life and hope,

To fly free and wide, no matter how remote.



So let us be like this autumn fly,

And strive for the sun, even as it dies.

For life is a journey, full of surprise,

And we must make the most of its fleeting guise.


Hybrid Poetry and Chat GPT

I have been playing around with Chat GPT, https://openai.com/blog/chatgpt/. Below is a poem wholly composed by the artificial intelligence (AI), followed by my much shorter poem, which draws on that created by the AI.



The Poem as Composed by Chat GPT:


continue this poem: all love and lust ends in dust

All love and lust, like fleeting gusts, May lift us high, but then they must Descend to earth, to join the rust And crumble into grains of dust.

Though passion’s fire may burn so bright, It’s but a spark in endless night, And soon it fades, like dying light, To leave us empty, void of sight.

For all that’s born will surely die, And all that lives must say goodbye. No matter how we try and try, We’re bound to fall, to fade, to lie.

So let us love with open hearts, And let us cherish every part Of those we hold, before we depart And join the cycle, where we start.

For though all love and lust ends in dust, It’s in the moment, in the trust, That we find joy, that we find lust, That we find life, before we’re thrust Into the endless, timeless gust That leaves us naught but grains of dust.


My Rewrite of the Poem:



Though passion’s fire may burn so bright,

It’s but a spark in endless night,

And soon it fades, like dying light,

To leave us lost, to human sight.


For all that’s born will surely die,

And you and I must say goodbye.

No man can the great leveler deny,

And dust must  take both you and I.

Should Writers Fear AI?

I recently posted about my experience of using Chat GPT to create poetry, https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/02/13/what-happened-when-i-entered-one-of-my-poems-into-chat-gpt/. In that post I discussed the results of entering my poem Midnight into Chat GPT and how the AI continued my poem (which was originally published several years ago).

This morning I came across this article, https://ai.plainenglish.io/writers-dont-fear-chatgpt-81e1128b11c1

, in which the author argues that writers should not fear AI. Whilst I am sure that Chat GPT (and other AIS) will improve over time, I agree with the author’s view of the matter.