Psychology of colour

This morning i just couldn’t think of anything clever or amusing for the write up for this piece, so whilst racking my brain I thought i’d have a quick trawl of the interweb to see if i could find any inspiration. It wasn’t looking great until I came across an article about google’s new poetry AI and that’s when things started to fall into place. So instead of some well thought out prose I give you some poetry created by a computer after a little nudge in the right direction by myself. I hope you enjoy:

Psychology of Pink

First I fell into an idle bed;

Drowning all a feeling with a think

To breathe those flowers upon my head.

Psychology of blue

He knew that an artist, an marked school,

Brought on its heart, like the distant dew

As if a dog I might paint a fool?

Now if that doesn’t strike a chord i’m pretty sure you are dead inside…

Cheers

id-iom

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