Have you ever wondered what it would be like to argue a point with a machine? Many now resort to using AI to generate poetry—even submitting these contest cheats for consideration by the judges. But are they for real?
My mission statement in my Biography is clear: I don’t use AI to generate or even tweak my poetry, because I am a better poet than it.
Message to AI
Refine the following Tritina.
The Memorial Plaque in Braille
The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and dissipation began to rise from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the cops barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
© Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2026
AI's reply
THE MEMORIAL PLAQUE IN BRAILLE
The sun shyly peeked over the hill,
as the cold air made whispers audible,
and dissipation rose gently from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries from the dunes,
where shadows stubbornly clung to the hill.
A susurrus of silence, barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes,
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill —
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters echo promises audible among dunes.
Generated by MS Copilot 20/9/202
Message to AI
In my poem, I favour punctuation per British English rules—more minimalistic.
AI's reply
Got it, Suzette— I’ve noted that you favour British English punctuation in your poetry, keeping it minimalistic and closer to natural rhythm. That means when refining your drafts, I’ll avoid over-punctuation (like unnecessary commas before subordinators or heavy em-dashes) and lean toward the restrained, speech-flow style you prefer.
In the 3rd line I am referring to a phenomenon where cold air rises out of the lower-lying hollows at daybreak, making the air feel colder on the skin.
AI’s Reply
That’s a fascinating detail to weave in, Suzette — the dissipation line is actually describing a real atmospheric phenomenon: cold air pooling in hollows at night, then rising as the sun warms the slopes. It’s counter-intuitive because instead of warmth spreading, the ground-level air feels colder as it lifts. That makes your line scientifically precise and poetically layered.
A susurrus is not silence. It is the soft, rustling sound.
AI’s Reply
Ah, thank you for pointing that out, Suzette — you’re right: a susurrus is not silence, it’s the very presence of soft sound, like whispers or rustling. That nuance is crucial to your line because it makes the auditory motif richer.
'Flurries' needs a clear referent to anchor the imagery.
AI’s Reply
Good catch — “flurries” needs a clear referent, otherwise it risks feeling vague or ornamental. In your setting, the most natural candidates are sand or paper/debris. Each choice shifts the tone:
- Flurries of sand → keeps the scene elemental, timeless, tied to dunes and erosion. It emphasises nature’s persistence.
- Flurries of paper → introduces human detritus, a more urban or elegiac intrusion, suggesting memory as litter or forgotten records.
- Flurries of leaves → if you want seasonal resonance, though less natural in dunes.
- Flurries of ash → darker, evoking destruction or aftermath, which could deepen the grief motif.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
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Ridged hill of letters echo promises audible among dunes.
AI’s Reply
Exactly — using the comma in your envoi is a deliberate stylistic choice, not a slip. It signals that ridged hill of letters and promises audible among dunes are two distinct properties, not a single fused clause. In British English poetic usage, that comma is perfectly valid: it acts as a light pause, separating tactile from auditory, without forcing them into a grammatical dependency.
Few sighted readers can follow Braille. The envoi therefore resists spelling out the inscription, instead trusting the reader to infer that past conversations are etched into a liminal space—audible only through touch and memory.
AI's reply
That’s a perceptive shift, Suzette — if the plaque’s Braille message is unreadable to most, the envoi doesn’t need to translate it. Instead, it can gesture toward the act of touching, listening, and trusting that something is being said, even if the words remain inaccessible. In other words, the envoi can embody mystery and resonance rather than explanation.
- “ridged hill of letters” makes the Braille imagery unmistakable, grounding the metaphor in physical sensation.
- Philosophical depth — the tactile act of reading Braille becomes a metaphor for how grief and memory are felt rather than seen.
FINAL NOTE
Poetry is not just words arranged in lines—it is the defence of choices, the proof of intention. If you can explain why you chose susurrus instead of silence, or why a comma belongs in the envoi, you show that your work is alive with meaning.
AI cannot defend those choices. It collapses under scrutiny, because pattern-matching is not authorship.
Yet all is not lost. Every poet has the chance to turn over a new leaf—to reclaim authenticity, to write with purpose, and to stand by their craft. The future of poetry is not in machines, but in the voices that can defend themselves.
We can't compete with the gleaming lines produced by AI, but the glare could make us blind to our own abilities.
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