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A Corpse of Stone
When first I gazed upon that flame
Each golden streak and fiery hue
Danced and gleamed with pure delight
Unquenched it crackled, burned and grew
Its joyful heat and sparkling crests
Ignited souls and buried dreams
Revived the hopes of lonely men
Wounds absolved; now mended seams
A lively fire warms the bones
Melts the tension, frees the mind
From ancient burdens deep within
Reveals forgotten scars of time
Too easy to forget the hearth
Fail to stoke the ember’s glow
Its life dissolves into the night—
Focused on the warmth you know
You gaze upon the stars above
Lost in heaven’s milky splash
Blind to where your paces fall
Never see the dirt and ash
It only takes a thoughtless step
To choke the blaze with trodden earth
Extinguished glory; brightened night
Now a cold and blackened turf
Learn my lesson harshly taught
Stoke the kindling, earn the flame
It’s easy to forget the chill
Of icy night; the living’s bane
I speak to you, a corpse of stone
Silent, brittle, barren tomb
Brush aside my black remains
Tend your fire; save your womb.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Final polish
Critiques
neopoet
1 week 5 days ago
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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The central conceit of this poem—fire as a stand-in for something living and sustaining that can be lost through inattention—is one it commits to fully, and that commitment gives the piece a clear emotional throughline from kindling to cold ash. The trajectory is well managed: the opening stanzas establish warmth and revival, the middle turns on the moment of neglect, and the final stanzas deliver the consequence and the plea. This arc reads as deliberate and earned rather than accidental, which is a real strength.
The strongest moment is the pivot in the fourth and fifth stanzas, where the speaker names the mechanism of loss. "Too easy to forget the hearth / Fail to stoke the ember's glow" is plainspoken in a way that suits the confessional turn, and the image of gazing at the stars while blind to the dirt underfoot gives the abstraction a concrete, human gesture. That contrast between the distant heavens and the neglected ground does more work than any of the more decorative lines around it.
The title's phrase, "a corpse of stone," is the poem's most arresting image, and its late arrival in the final stanza lands with some force. There is a question worth considering, though, about whether the fire and the stone fully cohere as a single figure. Fire that goes out leaves ash, not stone; the poem itself says "cold and blackened turf" a stanza earlier. The leap to a stone corpse introduces a second kind of deadness that may dilute the fire imagery the rest of the poem has so carefully built. One path would be to seed the stone or petrifaction earlier so its appearance feels prepared rather than sudden.
The closing word, "womb," is the piece's biggest risk. Nothing earlier has gendered the fire or tied it to fertility or birth, so the word arrives as a surprise that pulls attention away from the elegy and toward a new theme the poem does not develop. If the intent is a specific meaning—generative capacity, or a particular relationship—the poem would benefit from planting that thread earlier; if the intent is simply a strong final image, a word more continuous with the fire and warmth already established might close the poem without introducing an unanswered question.
On the level of sound, the abcb rhyme scheme is handled with a light touch, and the poem does not force its rhymes into awkward syntax, which is no small thing. A few of the rhymes lean on near-rhyme or repetition of idea ("flame" / "grew" in the first stanza breaks the pattern the later stanzas keep), so a pass to confirm whether the scheme is meant to be consistent throughout would sharpen the formal contract with the reader.
The diction occasionally reaches for the elevated where the plain would cut deeper. Phrases like "Wounds absolved; now mended seams" and "the living's bane" tend toward the general, and the poem is most alive when it is specific and physical, as in the trodden earth choking the blaze. Trading a few of the abstract summations for more images of that concrete kind would let the emotional claim be felt rather than stated.
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Ray Miller
1 week 5 days ago
A Corpse of Stone
Enjoyed the read. I'm not sure who or what the corpse of stone is - I felt at times it might be a lover you'd not paid enough attention to, but that doesn't really add up. I find it odd that you've employed several commas and a semicolon, yet no full stops, except at the end. It seems to need a few.
Should it be "Learnt my lesson..."?
TheWanderer78
1 week 5 days ago
Appreciate the feedback! The…
Appreciate the feedback! The corpse of stone is intended to be the author. Failing to tend the fire leads to the loss of life, heat, and warmth until a cold, stone corpse is all that's left.
I generally prefer to use periods only on the final line of a piece unless there's a compelling reason not to. The caesura is more to indicate pauses and help dictate the flow and pacing.
Geezer
4 days 9 hours ago
Word changes...
I think you are much better off using the word sodden, [damp and water soaked] rather than a word that means trampled, compacted.
It only takes a thoughtless step
To choke the blaze with [sodden] earth.
~ Geezer.
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TheWanderer78
4 days 9 hours ago
Well the idea is that the…
Well the idea is that the flame gets extinguished because it's stepped on due to not looking down and being aware of the fire. Trodden is key to the symbolism here.
Geezer
4 days 2 hours ago
Yeah...
I get that now. ~ Geez.
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