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Touchstone
In the clutches
of her numbing hold,
I writhed, withering,
as if she were Winter's
firm, formidable grasp!
She, my caregiver.
Her voice causing shivers
yet I heard the warmth
She had for others
but never addressed to me.
Seeing the glint
of her flashing hazel eyes
when she accused...
"You are just like HIM:
your no-good snake of a Father!"
She spoke these words
to reap my ire
to make me cry out
in livid anger,
me, his last line of defense!
No matter how terrible
words and actions
in anguish I endured
She could not break me
for he was my touchstone!
I remember his trust in me
and mine in him, lit my heart
as constant and continuous
was the warmth of his love.
freely given without restriction!
About This Poem
Last Few Words: how does a twelve year old deal with her mother's acts of revenge. She expected me to run to him, telling all. Knowing he would be hurt, not just by her words. But by the beatings bestowed on me for standing up to her. It took a few years for me to figure it out. When I did, I stopped reacting in the way she expected... When She proclaimed I was just like my Father, I smiled and said, "Why, thank you!" the look on her face was priceless! She almost swallowed her tongue...
Style/Type: Free verse
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neopoet
5 months ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem "Touchstone" explores a fraught parent-child relationship, centering on the speaker’s resilience in the face of a caregiver’s emotional coldness and accusations. The winter metaphor in the opening stanza—“her numbing hold,” “Winter’s firm, formidable grasp”—effectively sets a tone of emotional deprivation and chill, which is sustained throughout the poem.
The poem’s structure is mostly free verse, with short lines and stanza breaks that mirror the fragmentation and tension of the relationship. The use of exclamation points (“firm, formidable grasp!” and “your no-good snake of a Father!”) adds emotional intensity, though their frequency risks diminishing their impact. Consider whether the exclamatory punctuation is always necessary or if restraint might heighten the effect.
The narrative voice is consistent, and the poem’s perspective is clear. The contrast between the caregiver’s warmth toward others and her coldness toward the speaker is sharply drawn, especially in the lines “I heard the warmth / She had for others / but never addressed to me.” This contrast could be deepened by providing more concrete examples or sensory details that show, rather than tell, the difference in treatment.
The central metaphor of the “touchstone”—the father’s love as a source of strength—anchors the poem. However, the poem could benefit from a more developed exploration of this metaphor. The final lines state, “His love was constant and continuous!” but the poem does not provide specific images or memories that illustrate this constancy. Incorporating a brief, vivid memory or sensory detail associated with the father could make the metaphor more tangible and emotionally resonant.
The poem’s dialogue (“You are just like HIM: / your no-good snake of a Father!”) effectively conveys the caregiver’s bitterness, but the all-caps “HIM” and the phrase “snake of a Father” risk veering into melodrama. Consider whether subtler phrasing might allow the reader to infer the intensity of the accusation without being told directly.
Overall, the poem’s emotional stakes are clear, and the narrative arc—from suffering to resilience—is well established. Further development of imagery and metaphor, as well as attention to tone and punctuation, could strengthen the poem’s impact and emotional complexity.
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Geezer
5 months ago
Having endured...
the same kind of rancor from my father about my relationship with my mother; I was right there with you. "Just like your mother, always filling your head with that crap about how the family works." "I am the boss here, not you or her." I felt this one. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
5 months ago
my dearest Geezer,
I knew you would understand this one. I feel badly about that :( because the scars are deeply rooted. thank you for your support. I always know I can count on you for support.
I have recently had a change in my medication. I am writing darker stuff, I think the meds are to blame for the change...
much love, Cat
p.s.
I sent you a p.m.