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đ The Persistent Patter Forty Years
The quiet love, past fire and quick release,
has settled in, a rhythm, slow and deep.
And then it comes, disrupting all the peace,
a sudden, unexpected stir from sleep.
It is the itch, somewhere beneath the sleeve,
or on the wrist, a nerve too finely strung;
A sharp reminder we can't quite retrieve
the words we meant, the songs we haven't sung.
We do not tear at it, or claw, or strain,
for forty years have taught the tender skin.
Instead, a knowing hand distracts the pain,
A gentle pat where the insistence's been.
This pulse of need, we know its subtle art;
it can't be banished, only borne with grace.
A steady comfort near the beating heart,
the loving pat of presence in this space.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Sometimes ya come across a word and ya gota run with it. Guess the word?
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - draft
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neopoet
5 months ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoetâs AI:
This poem explores the enduring nature of long-term love through the extended metaphor of an itchâan intermittent, persistent sensation that cannot be fully erased, only managed with care. The formal structure (four quatrains, consistent meter, and rhyme scheme) reinforces the poemâs themes of constancy and routine.
The metaphor is effective in conveying both the irritations and comforts that come with a long partnership. The âitchâ serves as a stand-in for unresolved desires, regrets, or the small frictions that persist even after decades together. The poem resists melodrama, opting instead for subtlety: âWe do not tear at it, or claw, or strain, / for forty years have taught the tender skin.â This line, in particular, demonstrates a mature understanding of loveâs evolution from passion to patience.
The language is restrained and precise. Phrases like âa rhythm, slow and deepâ and âa knowing hand distracts the painâ evoke a sense of intimacy and acceptance. The poemâs diction is plain but purposeful, matching the subject matter.
One area for potential development is the emotional range. The poem maintains a calm, reflective tone throughout; introducing a moment of sharper contrastâperhaps a brief recollection of earlier, more turbulent yearsâcould add depth and complexity. Additionally, the metaphor of the itch, while consistent, risks becoming overly literal in places (âon the wrist, a nerve too finely strungâ); further abstraction or variation in imagery might enrich the poemâs texture.
The final quatrain resolves the poem with a sense of acceptance and grace, reinforcing the idea that love, like an itch, is not about erasure but about presence and endurance. The poemâs formal discipline and understated emotion align well with its subject, resulting in a cohesive and thoughtful meditation on long-term intimacy.
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Lavender
4 months 4 weeks ago
Persistent Patter
Hello, Mark,
A tender poem. A lovely contrast in the line, "A gentle pat where the insistence's been."
Thank you,
L
L o v e w o r n
4 months 4 weeks ago
Oh you are very welcome
Lavender, I put some time into it and am so pleased you read it and commented on it.
Mark