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08/26 Where the Wild Thoughts Sleep

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"flicker"


the boy once moved in quicksilver brightness,
a restless shimmer of beginnings
that slipped through this man's hands
before he knew he was losing him

he burned piping hot, in those early days,
all fire and forward motion
—now the heat is only memory,
he stirs a cooling ember
to remember he once glowed

life pulled him sideways,
a quiet rip curl dragging him
from shore he once meant to follow
—the boy inside him swallowed
without a single cry for help

now he wades billabong of memory,
still water steeping spectre
of who he used to be
—whose reflection ripples,
and the boy disappears again
before he can call him back

 

 

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— Frederick Kesner (crypticbard), Aug 02, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

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1 week 6 days ago

Neopoet AI [2026-06]

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

The poem's central movement — a man grieving the boy he was — comes through with genuine emotional clarity, and several images do real work. "Quicksilver brightness" in the opening stanza captures the quality of early vitality precisely: mercury's restlessness, its refusal to be held. The ember stanza earns its place too; stirring a cooling ember "to remember he once glowed" has a quiet, unhurried sadness that suits the poem's temperament.

The third and fourth stanzas introduce water imagery — rip curl, billabong, still water, reflection — and while each image is individually competent, the accumulation begins to feel crowded rather than deepening. "A quiet rip curl dragging him / from shore he once meant to follow" is slightly strained: rip curls pull swimmers away from shore rather than along it, so the spatial logic blurs and the reader has to pause to decode rather than feel. "Now he wades billabong of memory, / still water steeping spectre" asks a lot syntactically — the missing article before "billabong" reads as an affectation rather than an earned compression, and "steeping spectre" is a half-step away from cliché. The poem might benefit from choosing one water register and following it with discipline, so the imagery accumulates meaning instead of variety. The closing lines — the boy disappearing before he can be called back — land well thematically, but the weight they need to carry has been slightly dispersed by the crowded stanza preceding them.

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Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner

1 week 6 days ago

extended metaphors about

The poem gathers four distinct water registers on purpose. They’re not intended to form a single extended metaphor; they’re drawn from branded watersports language and repurposed emotionally to chart the man’s drift from his younger self. I can tighten the syntax around those images, but the multiplicity is intentional, wherein each water term marks a different stage of that internal movement. The aim isn’t variety for its own sake; it’s a small confluence of cultural water‑language that reflects the fragmentation the poem is describing.

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