Fool’s Gold
If work carries no cost and leaves no scars, can it be described as work at all…?
Welcome to Fool’s Gold…
This is a short alternate rhyme scheme piece.
It uses the old prospector as a vehicle to illustrate that only experience, knowledge, inspiration and the sweat of your brow produce results… results that are truly worth something and are capable of effecting change and reflection in both creator and reader at a deeper level.
It is primarily a commentary aimed at content produced by AI, a snipe at its hollow patter and inability to reach the reader on a deeper level and the ease with which high volume, bottomless nutrition-less output can be produced.
The old prospector slowly sieved the silt
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Special specks, small, smiling in the light
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Hard won only will produce the gilt
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Whilst those around filled sacks with pyrite
HJ Elwey
About the Creator
Hecton J Elwey
Compelled to write...
In the grip of Poetry, Haiku and Prose...
Forces greater than I impose themselves daily, ensuring I bring about their birth, expression and freedom
Death to AI... for it has no place within the house of creativity.
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