Let’s Get Real

Mother’s Day Week Brings Something Unexpected

Sorrows of distant memories

In response to the Paper Poetry prompt “Let’s Get Real.”

Here’s how:

💐 Select phrases from the chatbot’s poem in the screenshot — a maximum of two lines — and incorporate those phrases/lines into your own poem about flowers and/or mothers.

💐 For the sake of transparency, please identify the borrowed words in your poem e.g. by using bold, italics, asterisk*

Thank you to Carolyn Hastings for the prompt!

You are here, in the sunbeams at dawn, in the rising from a night slumber, in the whiff of fresh air, in the singing of blackbirds near.

You are here, in the blooming flowers, in the dogs barking, playing, in the gentle wind, breezing through evergreens, in the blue skies of the heavenly frontier.

You are here, in the sun, beginning to disappear, in the traffic, with loved ones focused on home, in the coolness, with the coming of nightfall, in the moonlight, lighting the skies, vivid and clear.

You are here, in the fireplace, with the cracking of pine cones, in the chair, I sit alone, in the Good Book, I read once more, in the thoughts of the heart, whispers, and sincere.

You are here, in the celebration of Mother’s Day, in the memories ever dear, in the voice of you, I still hear, in the talks, they reappear.

You are here, in the memory of the day you departed suddenly, in the unspoken words, silence and solitude, in the sadness, the flowing tears, a bond unbreakable, in the good times with you, so precious, no longer here.

The bold words in my poem are from ChatGPT’s generated poem provided in the prompt.

Inspired by a beautiful poem by Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar, “Mother’s Day Out: Story of a Mother’s Soul.”

Also inspired by a lovely poem by Carolyn Hastings, “In Her Arms: A tapestry of life in free verse.”