Going home

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

The poem explores the concept of home as both a physical and emotional space. The phrase "Home is where the heart is" introduces a familiar sentiment, but the poem attempts to complicate this idea by invoking "brick and stone" as tangible elements that enhance the sense of home. The line "That is stuck so deeply within my mind and bones" effectively suggests that home is not only a memory but also something embodied and enduring.

The poem’s structure is minimal, with short lines and a lack of punctuation that gives it a stream-of-consciousness quality. However, the transition between lines can feel abrupt. For example, "I see the visions of my past life / Seeing the paths I chose" repeats the act of seeing without adding new information or imagery. Consider varying the language or deepening the reflection in these lines to avoid redundancy.

The poem ends with "Going Home," which echoes the title and provides a sense of circularity. However, the poem could benefit from more concrete imagery or specific details that would distinguish this home from a generic one. The use of "brick and stone" is a start, but expanding on sensory details or unique memories could create a stronger emotional impact.

Overall, the poem introduces a universal theme and gestures toward personal experience, but it would be strengthened by more specificity, varied language, and a clearer progression of thought.

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the A.I. is right about having a little more specific language needed to bring the image of going home. Even the thought of "Home" in one's head could use a clearer picture of what "Home" means. The idea is sound and needs some expansion. Keep working on this... ~ Geez.

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probably right, the A.I. does not seem to recognize the Triquain form. The A.I. seems to not to recognize a number of things about poetry, such as abrupt changes that set a new scene, but continue the thought of the last one. Keep trying, maybe we will train it yet. ~ Geez.

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This is a beautiful and evocative triquain!

The way you structure the thoughts, moving from the simple "Going home / Back Again / Home is where the heart is" to the deeper, more sensory lines about the "brick and stone" and what's "stuck so deeply within my mind and bones," gives the poem a real emotional weight. The phrase "I touch the locked doors of my past life" is particularly striking—it perfectly captures that feeling of returning to a place that is familiar yet inaccessible, a memory you can see but not fully step back into.

It's a wonderful meditation on how a physical place is intertwined with memory and identity. Nicely done!