Traditional rooftops
slope like the backs of resting camels.

Forests play fortresses;
secrets held in whistling pine needles.

Serene valleys echo
a painter’s lost blues and greens.

Mountains order the sky, no less,
wearing casts of gray ruggedness.

Although I am a frequent critic of AI projects, like all good hypocrites, I’m also fascinated by the subject. The poem above was generated by an experimental program based on the photo above of Bergun, Switzerland, and a brief prompt from me.

The Data Poets:  is an intriguing project by Gaston Welisch. The website offers users the opportunity to upload an image of a place that’s important to them, along with some text prompts about where it is and why it’s special to them; the site will then generated a brief poem to accompany the image. This is all done by AI (image recognition and then LLM-ing the verse).

Give it a spin.