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TREK CUT SHORT

Silently the snow flakes fall
from far above the poplars' crown
as I walk this wooded path
a mile or so outside of town.

they slowly cover up the duff
and the sleeves of my old coat
as they join with their brethren
and thus end their final float.

I pause to take everything in
for snow round here is a rare thing
even one which is this thin
so I've come to leave my footprints here.

Soon I come to where cedars turn thick
and shelter the ground underneath.
I carelessly step on a stick
whose loud crack makes me grit my teeth.

The sound's report startles a deer
which stares my way and stamps it feet
then on catching my scent she bounds away.
I wish that my legs were so fleet.

I watch as her white tail leave
then catch a glimpse of scarlet red
which becomes a male cardinal
with a raised crest flared on his head.

A swirl of wind shakes through this copse
which sends the cardinal to wing
through the cedars' sagging tops
which sheds the the sparse snow with their swings.

A handful of which goes down my neck
causing a shiver down my spine
Which makes me turn my way toward home
before I trip upon a an unseen vine.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I am sorry I've not been around but a fall a month ago messed my shoulder up.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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neopoet

1 month ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

This poem offers a reflective, narrative account of a walk in the snow, employing a straightforward, observational style. The imagery is concrete and accessible, with attention to sensory details such as the feel of snow on the coat, the crack of a stick, and the shiver from snow down the neck. The poem’s structure is consistent, using quatrains with an ABAB rhyme scheme, though the rhyme and meter are sometimes uneven.

Several strengths are evident in the poem’s use of specific natural imagery: “poplars’ crown,” “cedars turn thick,” and “male cardinal / with a raised crest flared on his head” all create a clear sense of place. The poem’s narrative arc—from the anticipation of rare snow, through the encounter with wildlife, to the decision to return home—provides cohesion and a sense of progression.

There are, however, areas where the poem could be strengthened:

1. **Meter and Rhyme Consistency:** The poem’s meter is irregular, and the rhyme scheme is sometimes forced or inconsistent. For example, in the first stanza, “fall” and “path” do not rhyme, which disrupts the ABAB pattern. Consider revising lines to create a more consistent rhythm and rhyme, or intentionally embrace free verse if strict form is not a priority.

2. **Syntax and Word Choice:** Some lines are syntactically awkward or contain errors. For example, “I watch as her white tail leave” should be “leaves,” and “sheds the the sparse snow with their swings” contains a repeated “the.” Additionally, “before I trip upon a an unseen vine” contains an extra article. Careful proofreading would address these issues.

3. **Imagery and Clarity:** While much of the imagery is effective, some lines could be clarified or made more vivid. For instance, “the sleeves of my old coat / as they join with their brethren” could be misread as the sleeves joining with brethren, rather than the snowflakes. Rephrasing for clarity would strengthen the imagery.

4. **Cliché and Originality:** Some phrases, such as “leave my footprints here” and “shiver down my spine,” are familiar and could be reimagined to offer a fresher perspective. Striving for more original language would help the poem stand out.

5. **Pacing and Focus:** The poem covers several small events in quick succession (snowfall, deer, cardinal, wind, return home). Consider whether each moment receives sufficient attention, or if some could be expanded or omitted to create a more focused emotional impact.

Overall, the poem effectively captures a quiet, contemplative walk in the snow, using concrete images and a narrative structure. Attention to meter, syntax, and originality of language would further enhance its impact.

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Ray Miller

1 month ago

TREK CUT SHORT

Enjoyed the read. Starts off well, the first stanza's rhyme and rhythm should be a template for what follows but isn't quite. I don't know the word "duff" in this sense. In the UK up the duff is slanf for being pregnant. 

Maybe "their only float"? The rhyme is missing in stanza 3, rare and there would be easy enough. 

The rhythm is patchy in places and the poem deserves a stronger ending, for there's a lot to like.

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scribbler

1 month ago

Hi Ray

Good of you to come by with some ideas. First let me address what is perceived as the main ,problem : Rhyme scheme. The scheme was never intended to be ABAB. The only rhyme I sought was for the first and last line of each quatrain to rhyme. Next is the word "duff" which is commonly used around here to describe a layer of decaying leaves or needles. Kinda funny the use ya'll use is being pregnant lol.The only vs. final float thing. I have often seen leaves float down and become caught on a lower limb. This is why I used final.Typos.........I gotta stop posting late at night ,(I'll use that to dodge blame and shall address those cussed things later today.