Poetic Chat-GPT

In gratitude for changes I tried to capture what I was feeling. I wondered how chat-gpt would improve what I wrote so I fed it my paragraph with a number of different instructions. The original paragraph was:

I had planned on going for a hike today, but I missed the group. Instead, I find myself sitting on the couch, looking down on Portland, the light softened by the rain, framed by beautiful trees, warm and dry, with a cup of tea, luxuriating in the memories of blessings that have shaped my life. I don’t have time to write them all down. That will have to wait for another day.

It’s my voice, but I felt I could do better.  Here is what chat-gpt did with it with the following requests


Today, my intention had been to embark on a hiking adventure, yet the hands of time slipped away, and I missed the gathering. Now, I sit here, nestled upon the couch, peering out at the enchanting tableau of Portland, a city embraced by the graceful boughs of trees, their silhouettes softened by the soothing rain. Here, I am ensconced in warmth and comfort, cradling a cup of tea, and basking in the tapestry of memories that have woven the fabric of my life.

The blessings I’ve encountered flood my mind, an overwhelming rush of gratitude that threatens to overflow. They are stories waiting to be told, tales of love, laughter, and resilience. But for now, I must savor them in the quiet corners of my heart, like precious jewels waiting to be discovered. The quill shall meet paper on another day, when time and inspiration conspire, allowing me to unfurl these cherished tales and give them life in written form.

Definitely not me.  I guess I am not very poetic.


I had originally intended to go for a hike today, but I ended up missing the group. Instead, I now find myself comfortably nestled on the couch, gazing out at the rain-kissed scenery of Portland. The soft, diffused light filtering through the raindrops paints a tranquil picture, framed by the majestic trees that surround the city. I’m wrapped in the warmth and coziness of my surroundings, cradling a steaming cup of tea in my hands. In this moment, I’m indulging in a cascade of cherished memories that have woven the tapestry of my life. The sheer abundance of blessings is overwhelming, and while I’d love to document them all, that task must wait for another day.

Hmm… not bad. I could definitely make use of some of these changes.

Clear, to point

I missed the hike today, but now I’m on the cozy couch, gazing at rainy Portland. Tea in hand, relishing life’s blessings in my memories. No time to jot them down; that can wait.

A bit to short but I like.

Haiku like

Hike plans slipped away
Couch, rain-kissed view, tea’s embrace,
Blessings linger, stay.

Did this just for fun. not bad.

In the voice of John McPhee

My intention had been set squarely on venturing into the great outdoors for a hike today. Yet, as fate would have it, the rhythms of time proved unforgiving, and I found myself falling behind, missing the gathering of fellow wanderers.

And so, here I am, firmly ensconced upon my favored spot, this well-worn couch, with a view that stretches down to the city of Portland. The cityscape below, bathed in the soft, diffused light of recent rain, is a picturesque tableau framed by the graceful boughs of trees.

I am nestled in a cocoon of warmth, shielded from the elements, my hands wrapped around a comforting cup of tea. It’s a moment of luxurious reprieve, where time seems to slow and memories take center stage.

These memories, these blessings, are like polished stones collected over a lifetime, each one bearing the weight of experiences and moments that have profoundly shaped my journey. They beckon, urging me to put pen to paper, to immortalize their stories.

Yet, as the hands on the clock continue their relentless march, I am reminded that this day is not the one for such endeavors. The tales and reflections that reside within me will have to bide their time, waiting patiently for the day when I can commit them to paper. That day will come, but for now, I sit here, sipping tea and luxuriating in the silent symphony of memories that have graced my life.

Hmm.  I think they need to train on McPhee a bit more.  Doesn’t sound like him at all to me.

DALL-E2 Image from the Original Paragraph

DALL-E2 from Haiku

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