- Feb 2024
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Mirroring the rhythm, finding their own space,
Hedging your bets? I can't give you credit -- but this is Gemini.
Score: 3/12
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And beneath our feet, a rhythmic beat, sticks on stone
Yes. It is me.
Score: 3/12
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The listener settles in, closes eyes, finds the center of the sound”
Who you calling a machine? This is me.
Score: 2/12
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Whispers crescendo, a storm in a teacup’s heart,
Naw. It's Gemini. In the first analysis, you also thought it was me.
Score: 2/12
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In grace, the music makes light
Indeed. I like this ending, and actually, it was Gemini who told me, the poem should end here, with this line. So it did.
Score: 4/12
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A distant call, a yearning melody’s glow
Nope. Again. Machine.
Score: 2/12
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On the horizon, a trombone plays soft and low
Naw. This is me, trying to inject a new "sound" into the poem (which, by the way, Gemini praised me for, saying how fascinated it was to have a trombone now part of the poem - go me!)
Score: 2/12
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Harmony drapes them, a cloak of calm
Red Herring alert ... this is Gemini, using metaphorical language again. I did like "cloak of calm" though, for its sensory language and alliteration.
Score: 2/12
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Knitted and knotted, each note, unbound
Correct! I see you used the use of metaphor as part of the reasoning (which makes sense) but I notice Gemini using metaphor, too, so maybe this will soon be a Red Herring, as they say in mysteries.
Score: 2/12
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resin on the bow, she closes her eyes to sing
You are correct, Claude! This was my response back. I like how the sensory detail gave you the clue.
Score: 1/12
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A melody unfurls, a tapestry of sound
Yeah. No. This is Gemini. I did like its use of "tapestry of sound" here, which then led to my next lines.
Score: 1/12
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A whisper stirs on strings, a lonely cry,
Umm, nope. I let Gemini start the poem and this was their opening line.
Score: 0/12
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