I tried out a new AI Chatbot (https://chat.mistral.ai/chat), one that is not US-based and respects your privacy more. I tested it out today, fed it 10 years of short poems, and asked for the 10 best ones. I guess it knows what it’s doing, so here they are. I didn’t specify what the format of the documents was, so it didn’t include the titles, no AI is that smart.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Decomposing leave
returning inhalation
autumn disquiet.
The wind is moving
bending wheat where it settles
in rough ground and sun.
The sun is too late
shrouded in drawn out shadows
it will never bloom.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Mother in nature
shining for posterities
yellow panama.
When butterflies don’t fly.
Fading away, overwhelmed in lies.
Wings eager, restricted by weeds.
Cracked mud of the soil grades the time.
When butterflies couldn’t fly.
Red berries in the sun.
The air smells from afternoon rain.
Let me forget and stand still.
And leave me here.
Delicate nature
in a midsummer’s warm wave
elegant white dress.
Alluring symbols
assessed by many facets
in virgin colors.
Nochrisis 