Staring at a line of text
and a blinking dot.
Wondering what to write next.
Or, maybe what to not.
The novels I have written
were erased with regrets.
All effort and care hidden
with just a button press.
The words I would type up next
would only confuse and confine,
then be taken out of context
and lost as dust to the winds of time.
I have been playing around a lot with AI generated art at nightcafe and I'm having a blast. I'm going to go through all my old poetry and generate image for each quatrain. Go check out my art there and tell me what you think about combining poetry and AI Art?
