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Artemis
Coarse leaves fall
From forest trees.
The freeze and thaw
Of Baltic seas.
The cloudless skies:
A broken chorus,
An “I Got You Babe”
Ouroboros.
Sun in your eyes
Like skin on lye,
A spoonful of
Peroxide.
The stream of time
Will wash away
These golden days
Like sand and clay.
No matter
What you satirize,
You never catch
Their satyr eyes.
Saturnalia:
Flat and painless.
You dread the nearing
Reign of Janus.
His two-faced stare
Is dark and icy.
How will you reach
The days of Pisces?
As time goes by,
It will euthanize
The youth that lingers
In your eyes.
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?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Draft
Critiques
neopoet
2 days 8 hours ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's most distinctive move is its dense sonic patterning, and it rewards a reader willing to follow the near-rhymes and slant echoes it threads throughout. The chain of "satirize / satyr eyes," "euthanize / youth," and "lye / peroxide" shows an ear tuned to how words can double back on themselves in sound, and this play does real thematic work rather than sitting on the surface. The recurring figure of the eyes across the stanzas — sun in them, satyr eyes, the youth lingering in them — gives the poem a spine, so that the final stanza's "youth that lingers / In your eyes" arrives with the weight of something returned to rather than merely stated.
The mythological progression is the poem's strongest organizing idea. Moving from Saturnalia to the reign of Janus to the hoped-for days of Pisces builds a genuine forward pressure, a dread of what the calendar and its gods are bringing. The Janus image in particular earns its place, since a two-faced god looking backward and forward suits a poem preoccupied with time's passage.
Where the poem is less sure of itself is in the connective tissue between its images. The first two stanzas, with the Baltic seas and the cloudless skies, read as an accumulation of striking pictures whose relation to one another remains loose. The "I Got You Babe" Ouroboros is an arresting phrase, drawing on the song's endless loop, but it sits somewhat apart from the freeze and thaw and coarse leaves around it, and a reader may struggle to hold these together as one movement. One approach would be to let a single controlling image from the mythological frame surface earlier, so the opening stanzas feel drawn toward the same center as the later ones rather than gathered from separate places.
The meter also wavers in a way that occasionally works against the poem's music. Several stanzas hold a crisp short line, while others, such as "No matter / What you satirize," break the pattern in ways that feel unintended rather than expressive. Deciding where the rhythm should tighten and where it may loosen for effect would give the sound design the same intentionality the rhymes already show.
Finally, the title promises Artemis, yet the poem's pantheon runs through Saturn, Janus, and the satyrs without her clear presence. If Artemis is meant to hover behind the "you" being addressed, some thread tying her to the hunt, the moon, or eternal youth could make the title feel like a key rather than a loose label.
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Geezer
2 days 8 hours ago
Once...
I locked into the meter of this one, I rolled right along for the most part; except for the third stanza last line [Peroxide] could be lengthened out into the four syllables it needs; A peroxide.
Now, let's talk about the rest of the astrological signs, where are they? Com'on, what's up with that? ~ Geezer.
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