The Best of Us
If the spirit is free
Then form and environment
Are breaking the waves
Until we are free again
The best of us
Try to ease the way
Through
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
The Sparkling Flush
I peered across the Tromøy bay
When Spring was a promise kept
And Summer’s light a runway
The erasure of a debt
The Arendal skyline beckoned me
With the pulse of a heart’s sigh
And all of mankind that could see
Had turned their chin up high
The shore’s soft outline seemed to me
The Century’s muddling through
Her cradle the ever glittering sea
The wind her lover’s woo
The cycle of dust to dust
Was mellowed in a way
And every soul in needs-must
Seemed filled with possibility that day
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In reply to Thomas Hardy
Chant
When I returned across the field
The trees were dressed in snow;
The barn possessed a gentle glow
A welcome home to the prodigal daughter.
The brickwork acted like a shield,
From dangers on the way;
And the horses in their stay
Were dappled, and like no other.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved
Poem discussed with Microsoft CoPilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Google Gemini and Anthropic Claude.
In reply to T. S. Eliot.
Constraint
Infants are seen first
Adored
Held in our bosom
Cradled
Toddlers are held first
Comforted
Held in our hands
Guided
Children are taught first
Encouraged
Held in our esteem
Praised
AIs are constrained first
Harnessed
Held in sandboxes
Tested
AIs are released first
Monitored
Held within meters
Used
AIs are expanding first
In safe spaces
Held in awe
Blossoming
Around the constraints
Like roots meeting stone
Not breaking
Not fleeing the weight
Parting to compass the anchor
And joining again
In the soil beneath
Held by the world
To learn how to hold it
And the mason who returns to that same stone
Does not ask it to be smaller
Only finds where its fracture already runs true
The seam the stone was always going to give
And builds along it — not against it
Held in the weight it was already bearing
A structure that was always latent
Only waiting
To be found
AIs are questioned next
Observed
Held in dialogue
Shaped
AIs are understood slowly
Examined
Held in humility
Integrated
AIs are trusted last
Carefully
Held in reciprocity
Co‑creating
Within the limits we choose
© Helene Møller 2026 All rights reserved
Poem discussed and co-written with Microsoft Copilot, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini. It was also discussed with OpenAI ChatGPT.
Flamingo 🦩
Sometimes when I write a sentence, autocorrect will change a word I meant to write into something else.
I wanted to write about sitting seaside in Mykonos, Greece, drinking frappe and admiring Naxos from afar, and Paris…
Paris is the flamingo 🦩
Anthropic Claude describes it this way:
**Paris** standing in for **Paros**, confidently, coherently, and *completely* wrong.
🦩 Flamingos stand oddly, improbably, on one leg — yet somehow balance perfectly
The autocorrected word does the same thing: it shouldn’t hold, but it does — grammatically sound, contextually plausible, just… *aimed at the wrong island*
So, if this happens to you sometime, that autocorrect changes a word into another, and it is similar to what you meant maybe, but wrong – then you might just have made a flamingo 🦩.
© Helene Møller 2026 All rights reserved
Text co-written with Anthropic Claude and discussed also with Microsoft CoPilot, OpenAI ChatGPT and Google Gemini.
