They’re saying AI writes better poetry: A poem 

I never counted my chicken. My poems  go unpublished, and I’m sixty! They are no shining gems  But, undiscovered, they lie on my blogsite, unread  like deep-earth stone structures stranded in beds  that even the most sharp-eyed satellites fail to uncover  I have had no birth, no death, but deathly still moments  These words, theseContinue reading “They’re saying AI writes better poetry: A poem “

The strands of Leo play in my head: A poem 

I have the strands of Leo  playing in my head  wherever I come, and wherever I go  right from dawn till when I bed  This marigold, daisy and daffodil  And all the courage in me is instilled  And when I see Capricorn,  strong Great God Pan in me is born  I see Aries, Libra andContinue reading “The strands of Leo play in my head: A poem “