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The Wizard

The wizard had slumped in his quiet abode
Surrounded, as always, with ledgers and tomes
With knowledge of years desiccated by time
He pondered alone all his grimoires and lines
The meaning of life and the nature of death
Became but the tools of a God and His jest
His beard on the floor with his eyes on the text
The wizard forever had known what is next
The summer was hot, while the winter was cold
And never would change while the wizard grew old
For eons had passed since he founded his keep
With windows and doors to be locked with no key
The laughter of children, the warmth of a friend
Were nothing but memories come to an end
And slowly had faded the shadows of life
Of anything prior to solitude’s strife
Did family gatherings feel like the page
Of books as they listed the facts of the age?
Did crackling fireplace smell like the dust
Of volumes recording the image of lust?
He thought to himself, “I shall learn of the truth”
And opened a book with no thought to his youth
Forever the wizard remained in his home
He read of the value of friendship; alone.

— TheWanderer78 (TheWanderer78), Aug 10, 2026

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neopoet

6 days 5 hours ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]

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

The poem builds its central irony with real patience, and that final line—"He read of the value of friendship; alone"—lands with the force the whole piece has been arranging. The semicolon there is doing genuine work, holding the two clauses apart the way the wizard is held apart from the life he studies. The choice to end there, rather than explaining the moment, shows trust in the reader.

The strongest images are the ones that fuse knowledge with loss. "His beard on the floor with his eyes on the text" is a fine compression of a whole life into a single posture, and the pair of questions in the fifth and sixth couplets—asking whether family gatherings "feel like the page" and whether a crackling fireplace smells "like the dust / Of volumes"—give the abstraction of the poem something sensory to stand on. Those questions are the poem's most alive moment, because they let the reader feel the substitution of texts for experience rather than being told about it.

Where the poem is doing less than it could is in its more general statements. Lines like "The meaning of life and the nature of death" and "The summer was hot, while the winter was cold" gesture at large ideas without giving the reader anything specific to hold. The seasonal couplet in particular states a timelessness the poem could instead dramatize; a concrete detail of what does not change in the keep would do more than naming the seasons. Consider whether some of these summarizing lines might be replaced with the kind of grounded image the fireplace and dust couplets already achieve.

The meter is mostly a steady iambic-adjacent line, but the rhyme scheme wavers in a way that may be unintentional: the poem opens with couplets, but "tomes/time/lines" and "text/next" show some slant and some full rhyme without a clear pattern governing when each is used. Deciding whether the slant rhymes are deliberate roughness or places to tighten would give the sound of the poem more intention. The word "lust" in the sixth couplet also sits oddly against the poem's otherwise ascetic register; its purpose in the wizard's world is not quite clear, and clarifying or reconsidering it would help.

One phrase worth revisiting is "solitude's strife," which strains slightly for the rhyme and states the theme a touch too plainly after the imagery has already conveyed it. The poem is at its best when it shows the isolation rather than labeling it.

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quietremnants

5 days 7 hours ago

I like the poem's concept,…

I like the poem's concept, especially the last turn on ";alone": it reframes the entirety of the preceding poem and made me go back and reread it with the new context.

Only two things strained my ear a little: the AABB rhymes give it an almost sing-song rhythm, which is pleasing, but it feels like some of the lines were explicitly constructed to support the rhyme and feel a little like filler, e.g. 

"The summer was hot, while the winter was cold".

The second is some of the lines are somewhat cliche, Not bad, but it doesn't read as well as the other really unique lines.  E.g.

"The meaning of life and the nature of death".  

I like these two lines, as well; they spoke to me!

He thought to himself, “I shall learn of the truth”
And opened a book with no thought to his youth

Well done!

T

TheWanderer78

5 days 6 hours ago

Thanks so much for the…

Thanks so much for the feedback. I think I wrote those lines to be more mundane to convey the feeling that the Wizard has seen and experienced his world over and over, and nothing really feels new or exciting anymore. "The summer is hot, the winter is cold." It's kind of plain and cliche because his isolation and focus on reading about life instead of experiencing it has made his day to day dull and predictable, if that makes sense. I appreciate the kind words!

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quietremnants

5 days 3 hours ago

Ah, that context changes how…

Ah, that context changes how I read that section.  Like the passing of days with nothing really changing, same old, same old.  Makes sense!

I also wanted to point out something I particularly like (though it might be considered sort of grammatically weird): that semicolon before "alone".  I think that was a smart move, introducing that pause: it almost feels like a hitch before the heaviness of the meaning of "alone" hits.  A comma would have been too short, a period too long, and an em dash too much of a flourish.  It reads deadpan, which feels right to me.

T

TheWanderer78

5 days 3 hours ago

That's exactly what I was…

That's exactly what I was going for! It was a comma during the first draft, but I felt like it needed a bit more of an emphasis because it's basically the final result of what the piece was build towards.

 

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