AI poetry

write a poem with one repeated line appearing five times. Each time the line returns the surrounding context must alter it's meaning through irony, tenderness or revelation.

Everything will be fine

She packed the suitcases slowly, folding each shirt
as if it were a letter. The children watched from the door.
He leaned against the frame and said it the way
men say things they don't believe:
everything will be fine.

The doctor's hands were cool and certain.
She turned the chart away before showing her face,
that practiced softness, the word benign
released into the room like a small bird—
everything will be fine.

At three a.m. he woke his mother, six years gone,
inside a dream where she was standing at the stove.
She turned and touched his face with floury hands
and said it the way she always said it,
everything will be fine,
and for a moment he believed her.

The planet held its breath through August.
The rivers had been going for a hundred years.
The minister stood at the podium and gripped
the sides of it and said, with such conviction,
everything will be fine.

She is ninety-one. She has buried a husband,
a language, a country, a son.
She still makes tea the long way.
She does not say it anymore—
she just puts the cup down in front of you,
and somehow you hear it:
everything will be fine.

By Claude Ai