ChatGPT Wrote a Poem About Me

 In honor of National Poetry Month, I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about me. 

It called me an "ethereal sprite." 😆 Suffice to say, it apparntly thinks extremely highly about me... or is deeply sarcastic........ 

That said, I'm impressed that it recognized I was an author. And whatever is out there about me, the algorithm made it positive and naturey. Whatever the quality, it got some things "right" in sense that AI doesn't always do, mainly of my roaming nature and looking for stories everywhere, but it could have pulled that from a bio or post. 

Anyway... I asked the Adobe Express AI to make an image of an ethereal sprite roaming the mountains and valleys, as I apparantly do....  AI's definition of ethereal... was... disturbing. But I've included some of the images here that I liked (some after applying a few additional filters for materials, concepts, and movement) and which didn't look evil. 

The poem itself is a bit heavy handed, and it's weird how overly passionate it is about my skill and insight knowing that it's not coming from an emotional place of any kind. There's something a bit... toss a coin to your witcher about it. 

[[ETA: After doing a few more, I realized since it is a poem, it is approaching the names as fictional characters. And so, its intreptation is largely influenced by how it interprets the name. ]]

But... for curiosity sake. Here it is. 

I also asked ChatGPT to title the poem it wrote:

"Song of Meagan Noel Hart."

In shadows cast by the crescent moon's soft light, There dances Meagan, in the velvet night. With eyes aglow like stars in midnight's hue, She weaves her tales, both old and new.

A spirit free, with laughter's gentle breeze, She paints the world with colors as she please. In every step, a melody untold, In every word, a story to unfold.

Meagan Noel Hart, a name that sings, Of passion's fire and the joy it brings. With grace she moves through life's winding maze, Her spirit fierce, ablaze with endless blaze.

In her, the whispers of the forest dwell, The secrets of the ocean's ancient spell. For she is nature's child, wild and true, In her embrace, the world feels anew.

Through valleys deep and mountains high she'll roam, Her spirit soaring, never tied to home. For Meagan Noel Hart, the world's her stage, And every moment, a new chapter on the page.

So let us raise a toast to this ethereal sprite, Whose presence fills the darkest night with light. In her, we find the magic of the art, For she is poetry embodied—Meagan Noel Hart.

Anyway, I think it's good to play with these tools from time to time. To see what they can do and what they can't. They're usually good for a laugh or getting me inspired to do my own thing.