Not me, an AI poem in my style...

 There were many comments abut this, some interested, others appalled. I'm simply surprised. Anyway, here's the post without the comments.

This is so much fun, playing with AI. I know, I know, we're going to become extinct one way or another so let's have a giggle as we go. I asked copilot to write a Christmas poem in my style. I would never write a Christmas poem, the idea just doesn't appeal, but the following is the result. Hmmm...nah.

 

Sure! Here's a Christmas poem inspired by the lyrical, emotionally rich style of @poetfoley — blending nostalgia, intimacy, and a touch of magic:

“The Light That Finds Us”

The tree is dressed in borrowed stars,

each one a memory flickering —

your laugh in the kitchen,

the hush before snow.

We gather like old songs,

soft and cracked at the edges,

but still singing —

still warm.

The house smells of cinnamon and second chances.

You pour tea like it’s holy,

and I believe you.

Outside, the world forgets itself —

becomes a hush of frost and wonder.

Inside, we remember:

how love is a fire

that doesn’t ask for anything

but your hands.

So we light candles for the ones we miss,

and open gifts wrapped in silence,

and every ribbon is a prayer

that this joy —

this fragile, flickering joy —

will find its way back

again.