Linda G. Hill is once again sponsoring her JusJoJan daily prompt for 2024. Today’s word is “Gregorian.” It was suggested by Willow, who resides here. Seriously, Willow? Gregorian? I know of the Gregorian calendar. I know of Gregorian chants. But I’m at a loss to figure out what to write in my own post using that word. Should I write about a bunch of monks chanting?
Nah, that’s not me. So what else? That today is the second day of the first month in the year 2024 in the Gregorian calendar?
Boring!
So I decided to enlist the help of three different artificial intelligence (AI) engines: Bard (Google’s chatbot), ChatGPT, and Genie. I posed this task to each one:
Write a 60-word, free-form poem using the word Gregorian.
Here is what Bard came up with:
In the belly of stone, sunbeams filter thin,
dust motes waltz to chants that never end.
Hooded shadows, whispers carve the air,
Gregorian sighs on incense-laden stair.
Cold fingers trace worn pages, worn with prayer,
each flourish echoes on the vaulted nave.
Stone saints, with eyes of frozen rain,
witness the dance of light, and sorrow's stain.
Here is what ChatGPT came up with:
In the quiet chambers of time's embrace,
Gregorian whispers weave a sacred grace.
A tapestry of moments, woven in song,
chanting the cadence where echoes belong.
Through centuries' dance, a rhythmic refrain,
echoes linger, a harmonious chain.
In the hush of ages, their melody weaves,
Gregorian hymns, where eternity cleaves.
Here is what Genie came up with:
In the hush of midnight, Gregorian chants rise,
Echoing through time, a sacred guise,
Their solemn notes, a timeless prayer,
Lingering softly in the midnight air.
Through centuries past, their melodies endure,
A timeless echo, solemn and pure,
Gregorian hymns, a whisper from the past,
Guiding our souls, in peace they steadfast.
Any thoughts?