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09/25 Running out of time

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A Father's Whisper

Son, come sit beside me here,
The years have flown, yet you're still near.
My hands, once strong now tremble slight,
But my heart holds steady, burning bright.

I see in you the man I dreamed,
A life well-lived, or so it seemed.
Your laughter echoes days long past,
When time was slow, and youth held fast.

These lines upon my weathered face,
Are maps of love, of time, of grace.
Each wrinkle tells a tale of you,
Of scraped-up knees and skies so blue.

I taught you how to stand and fight,
To chase the day, to love the night.
But now my son, the torch is yours,
To light the path, to open doors.

Remember this, as I grow old,
The greatest gift is not of gold.
It's love we share, the bonds we keep,
A treasure vast, and rooted deep.

So when I'm gone, don't linger long,
For life moves forward, steady, strong.
Carry my voice, my lessons true,
And know, my son, I'm proud of you.

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neopoet

neopoet

3 weeks 3 days ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

The poem adopts a traditional, sentimental tone to explore the relationship between a father and son, using direct address and a consistent ABAB rhyme scheme. The structure is regular, with quatrains that create a sense of stability and continuity, mirroring the themes of legacy and generational connection.

Imagery centers on the passage of time and physical aging, such as “my hands, once strong now tremble slight” and “lines upon my weathered face,” which serve as concrete representations of change and memory. The metaphor of wrinkles as “maps of love, of time, of grace” is effective in linking physical signs of aging to emotional experience and shared history.

The poem relies on familiar phrases and themes—passing the torch, the value of love over material wealth, and the pride of a parent—which may resonate with readers but also risk predictability. The language is clear and accessible, though it occasionally leans on clichés (“the torch is yours,” “treasure vast, and rooted deep”). There is an opportunity to deepen the emotional impact by incorporating more specific, individualized details or images that distinguish this father-son relationship from the archetypal.

The closing stanzas provide a sense of closure and acceptance, reinforcing the poem’s message about the enduring nature of love and memory. The final lines, “Carry my voice, my lessons true, / And know, my son, I’m proud of you,” encapsulate the poem’s intent but could benefit from more nuanced or original phrasing to avoid sentimentality.

Overall, the poem demonstrates control of form and a clear emotional through-line. To strengthen the piece, consider introducing more unexpected imagery or language, and exploring moments of complexity or ambiguity within the relationship to add depth and freshness to the familiar theme.

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Sen99

Sen99

3 weeks 3 days ago

Paternal Vision

Good title, smooth rhymes they flow well, the sentiment is simple, end of life truths and wisdom from father to son, well written, thanks for sharing.

Rula

Rula

3 weeks 3 days ago

Father's wisdom

and love well said and executed.

Another competitive entry.

Thank you for sharing.

William Lynn

William Lynn

3 weeks 3 days ago

Hi Rula.  I've been a way…

Hi Rula.  

I've been a way for quite a while and miss the opportunity to visit with you and others.  As always, thank you for your comments and support.

Best wishes, always. - Will

 

 

 

Lavender

Lavender

3 weeks 3 days ago

A Father's Whisper

Hello, William,

So good to see your lovely poetry!  How true this is.  Wise and brave.  Full of love.

Thank you!

L

William Lynn

William Lynn

3 weeks 3 days ago

Thanks

Hi Lavender.  

As I mentioned to Rula, it's been too long since I've been on this site, mainly because I have not been writing, but I'm now ready to get back in the swing.

Thanks for reading and for your kind thoughts. I hope all is well! - Will