pictured words

I asked the voice of the future to write me a sonnet about AI-generated poetry.  In the blink of an eye, a perfectly penned sonnet winked mockingly at me from my screen.   Other words that came to mind were impeccable and flawless.  I wish I could say it was so perfect it felt scrubbed.  But it didn’t.  It felt artistic.  Creative.  And, truth be told, inspired.  Using the word inspired to describe an electronically generated poem makes me shudder. 

What does it matter
if words flow from warmth of heart?
It matters to me.

© Marie Elena Good, 2024