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Hold fast

The ground must not shake beneath you,  

Hold fast to the struts and pull the harness to your shoulders.  

Have you not heard of Atlas and his portion — his yoke?  

Chin up — you worm!  

 

All that's been planted in you,  

You would give up to the ground?  

To the maggots?

The stardust that collected to form your iris You won't cherish?  

The ether that transformed within you into a soul  

You would give to Saul?  

To the hounds, to do with it as they please?

 

Now, child — hold fast, there's still strength in those weak arms,  

There is still a man in that carcass you wear,  

There is still marrow in those bones.  

A twinkle of hope still shines in those eyes.

 

Chin up, then — you moth.  

Hold fast, then, to the struts and pull the harness to your shoulders,  

The ground must not shake beneath you!

— Cpwe Skele, Jun 08, 2026

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The first four lines, you are able to read from top to bottom and they remain true to their purpose— this was a pure coincidence. Often times we take all the credit when chance did all the work!

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ZAF

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neopoet

neopoet

1 month 1 week ago

Neopoet AI [2026-06]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem's circular structure is one of its strongest decisions: opening with imperatives and closing with the same lines in reverse order gives the whole piece a sense of resolve hardening into itself, and the shift from exclamation to command in the final line lands with real weight. The speaker's voice is also handled well — it occupies an ambiguous space between exhortation and contempt, and that tension ("Chin up — you worm," "Chin up, then — you moth") keeps the encouragement from becoming sentimental. The moth landing better than the worm is worth noticing: a moth moves toward light, which quietly earns its place at the close.

The weakest moment is "You would give to Saul?" The Saul reference — whether Paul on the road to Damascus, King Saul, or something else — is not sufficiently prepared for in the poem's world, and it lands as an interruption rather than an intensification. The surrounding images (maggots, hounds, ether, stardust) belong to a coherent register of the cosmic and the earthy; Saul feels borrowed from a different poem. Either grounding that reference more firmly or replacing it with an image that sustains the established register would sharpen the second stanza considerably and keep the momentum from stalling at what should be its most urgent point.

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Lavender

Lavender

1 month 1 week ago

Hold Fast

I feel stronger and more alive just by reading this!  The formality gives the feeling of confidence and authority, while the language lends a strong and affirming rally-cry.  This feels as if the narrator may be speaking to both an army, or even a single person. I'd love to know what brought this about.

Thank you!

L

SS

Siphiwe Skele

1 month 1 week ago

Lavender

Thank you for reading.

at times when my brain is saturated with all the nonsense of this life, I really struggle to keep the balance and to reign in my own thoughts. The imbalance quite literally feels like the ground is shaking beneath me—hence the opening line; It came to me while I was walking home from a friend's house and all the following lines where built on its foundation. 

In short, I was writing to myself, that I should not lose hope and slip through the cracks in the ground.

 

Side note: "Chin up—you worm." This reference I paraphrased from scripture, Isaiah 41:14, where God calls Jacob a worm as a term of endearment. I heard it once and it just never left me.

 

Thank you again, always good to hear your take,

C

 

 

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