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Flesh out

My skin to flesh, my flesh to bones,
My red hair used for dyeing stones.
I reach for light, but then I crawl
And lie beside my quiet soul.

They slay my cries, they mock my grace,
They spit their pity on my face.
Then tear apart my only sight
And crown me hideous and blind,
To fear no more, to yearn no more.
They use an eye as fortune ball,
The other one as mirror door,
Yet see the truth in neither.

My blood to wine, my heart to stone.
I’ve seen myself endless and whole,
Though all my precious loves are gone,
My memories are scattered.

All things that I had felt and known:
The sparkling sky before the dawn,
Your candid smile, your long embraces,
My children innocent, sweet faces,
The golden waves’ soft, warm caress,
The longing for my mother breasts,
The moments when the fight has stopped,
The beauty and the life I hoped.
When I rebelled and I felt strong,
What I did right, what I did wrong
And even when I could not see
Escaping didn't mean I’m free
I still be-lived I was alive. But now...

Oh, terrible and precious now!
No pain in front of which to bow.
My bloody depths are torn apart:
The wretched liver and bad heart.
I lose myself again and fray,
My meaty soul is just a prey.
Like pearls I bear their youthful teeth.
I burn to ashes when they breathe.
Rejoice and dance! Feast in my name!
Each one to gorge on righteous blame.

A gruesome view shall end this night!
In heavy chains your oath I’ll bind.
Today step brothers become kin
And newborns’ splendor turns to sin.

Green altars revel in the light
Of silky bones, displayed, with pride,
By gods and kings as winning charms.
No burst of life will raise these arms,
No trembling flesh is growing here.
My only ghost is that of fear.
Where have you gone, my father dear?

Why’ ve you forsaken me?

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neopoet

neopoet

1 month 3 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

This poem explores transformation, suffering, and loss through vivid corporeal imagery and a progression from the physical to the existential. The structure is mostly consistent, with quatrains and couplets interspersed, creating a sense of movement and fragmentation that mirrors the speaker’s dissolution.

The opening lines establish a motif of bodily disassembly—skin, flesh, bones—immediately evoking vulnerability and mortality. The transformation of red hair into “dyeing stones” is an original image, though its symbolic intent may benefit from clarification. The poem’s tone is elegiac and accusatory, with “they” functioning as antagonists who inflict violence and humiliation. The use of “fortune ball” and “mirror door” for eyes introduces a mythic or surreal quality, suggesting that perception itself is manipulated or destroyed, yet “the truth” remains elusive.

The middle section shifts toward reminiscence, listing sensory and emotional memories in a catalogue that contrasts sharply with the earlier violence. This juxtaposition heightens the sense of loss. The line “Escaping didn’t mean I’m free / I still be-lived I was alive. But now...” is syntactically complex; “be-lived” is an inventive coinage, though it risks ambiguity. The ellipsis and abrupt address to “now” effectively signal a turn toward the present moment’s emptiness.

The latter stanzas intensify the imagery of bodily destruction (“my meaty soul is just a prey,” “I burn to ashes when they breathe”). The phrase “Like pearls I bear their youthful teeth” is striking but somewhat opaque; its meaning might be clarified or developed further. The poem’s ritualistic language (“Rejoice and dance! Feast in my name!”) and references to altars, gods, and kings evoke sacrificial themes, reinforcing the sense of the speaker as both victim and unwilling participant in a collective rite.

The closing lines introduce familial and religious allusions (“Where have you gone, my father dear? / Why’ ve you forsaken me?”), invoking abandonment and echoing biblical lamentation. This deepens the poem’s emotional resonance but also risks overfamiliarity unless further individualized.

Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its visceral imagery, emotional intensity, and thematic ambition. Consider refining some of the more ambiguous metaphors to enhance clarity, and reviewing the syntactic choices for moments where complexity may obscure meaning. The poem’s engagement with suffering and memory is compelling, and further attention to the balance between abstraction and concrete detail could heighten its impact.

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Geezer

Geezer

1 month 2 weeks ago

It is...

an interesting rhyme scheme, to say the least. I thought I had detected a pattern only to find that it didn't hold true all the way through. Again, as I have said to so many, stay the course; stick with the rhyme and meter throughout and have a much smoother, better poem. ~ Geezer.

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