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Apr 04, 2026
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Reminiscent of Summers Gone
We stand now on the weathered timber of the old tracks, our shadows elongated by a sun that lacks its former heat. The grey in our hair is a diary of every winter we survived, and our hands, once small enough to fit in a bag of mixed lollies, are now calloused by the heavy labour of adulthood. We move with a slower pace, but our shadows still overlap just as they did when we were twelve, now merging into a single, impenetrable silhouette against the inevitable.
In the quiet between our words, the air sparkles and pulls us back to the sultry refuge of the creek, the exact moment our brotherhood was sealed. We see ourselves through the haze: four boys huddled in a circle of the long swaying grass, slicing palms with a terrifying glint of a broken green bottle. The copper tang of blood mingled with the scent of summer as we pressed our hands together, a messy, impact of skin and spirit. In that instant, the world stopped being a place of solitary and became a shared realm.
That pulse, so frantic, raw drumming of those four young hearts, still beats beneath the quiet dignity of our tired frames. The tracks may rot and the creek may dry to dust, but the blood we mingled that day has turned to iron in our veins, an eternal weight that keeps us anchored while everything else drifts apart.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I wrote this in Lyrical Prose as trying to rhyme lost the sentiment.
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neopoet
2 weeks 6 days ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem employs a reflective, narrative mode to explore themes of memory, aging, and enduring bonds. The imagery is grounded in tactile, sensory details—weathered timber, grey hair, calloused hands—which effectively evoke the passage of time and the physicality of experience. The use of the old tracks as a setting functions both literally and metaphorically, suggesting the continuity and decay of both place and relationship.
The poem’s structure is prose-like, with long, flowing sentences that mirror the meandering quality of reminiscence. This approach allows for nuanced development of memory, though it risks losing momentum in places; consider whether some lines might benefit from more concision or sharper line breaks to heighten emotional impact and rhythm.
The central image of the blood pact is vivid and carries symbolic weight, effectively anchoring the poem’s meditation on brotherhood and shared history. The description of the ritual—“the copper tang of blood mingled with the scent of summer”—is sensorially rich, and the transition from childhood to adulthood is handled with subtlety.
There is a careful balance between nostalgia and the acknowledgment of loss or change. The poem resists sentimentality by grounding its reflections in concrete detail and by acknowledging the inevitability of decay (“the tracks may rot and the creek may dry to dust”). The final lines, which reference the transformation of mingled blood into “iron in our veins,” provide a strong, resonant closure.
One area for potential development is the poem’s pacing. The density of description in the opening stanza could be contrasted with more sparseness or fragmentation in later sections to reflect the fragmentation of memory or the passage of time. Additionally, the poem could experiment with enjambment or stanza breaks to create visual and rhythmic variation, enhancing the sense of movement between past and present.
Overall, the poem demonstrates a thoughtful engagement with its subject matter, using concrete imagery and a reflective tone to explore the persistence of formative bonds across time. Further attention to pacing and structure could deepen its emotional resonance.
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|Eliza
2 weeks 6 days ago
Your style reminds me of
renaissance poetry. This is a beautifully crafted piece of writing which conveys strong emotion. The second stanza speaks of a haunting past, darker than what I would have first thought. I liked the reference to the bag of mixed lollies to describe how small the hands were.
Thank you for sharing this poem, I really enjoyed reading it.
Eliza
Ray Bear
2 weeks 6 days ago
Thank you
Thank you so much for your kind words and encouraging input. I really appreciate it. I am genuinely happy that you enjoyed it. Regards Ray.
Geezer
2 weeks 6 days ago
I felt the impact...
of a shared brotherhood, the three of us went everywhere together, where you saw one, the other's weren't far behind. You hit every point, the feeling that 'We' were special; we had other friends, but 'We' were 'blood brothers'. You brought that back, nice job. ~ Geezer.
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