I’m flabbergasted by the reviews and comments on this particular poem, as the day before I wrote it, my daughter mentioned that my role as a poet will become obsolete soon with the development of AI. My answer was my poem:
Poet or AI
Staring at the blank page,
I wonder which words will
Walk in the journal in the age
Of fake people, news, expectations that kill
The soul of creativity replaced,
Replaced by AI, that seems to insist
It will take over ingenuity, graced
By humanity’s wondrous spirit whose gist
Is made of light, dark, and grey.
The rainbow of emotions need to be felt
To be expressed, and comparing a bay
To a hidden pearl isn’t the pelt
Or part of the its arsenal
Of diversity that enriches
The text with culturally metaphorical
Language that hatches
Between the lines for greater
Depth of meaning and comparing
The incomparable becoming the promoter
Of the noblest of muse to people setting
Precedents and going farther
In delving into the unknown
Sphere of linguistic wonder
That requires a mind of its own.
I am the poet, whose imagination
Will eternally spell creation.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 