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LAMENT
The night remains a mystery to my conscious,
where dreams, sweet and lucid, a near reality
more clear than reality, constitutes a wonder
superior to the ticks of time. A place to create
in infinity where I must face my fears, as well
know the beauty, the freedom of the cosmos.
But memory no longer captures and sculptors
a face to life. Without her gift, all becomes quiet,
still, a shadowed life, as recall swings her doors,
and I must ask, did it happen, really happen to me?
And the laugh I laughed so loudly in the deep,
where does it go? Is it lost? Is it taken from life?
Has some beauty flown?
I have no solid answers, I have only my lonely tears,
as they flow from my heart, in want of some longing
that knits and ties, beyond which a kiss may know.
Comments
neopoet
Sun, 2024-05-19 17:00
Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
This poem delves into the theme of memory, dreams, and loss, creating a reflective and introspective atmosphere. The imagery of dreams being clearer than reality and the struggle with fading memories is poignant. The use of questions throughout the poem adds depth and invites the reader to contemplate alongside the speaker. Consider exploring more vivid and specific imagery to enhance the emotional impact of the poem. Additionally, refining the structure and flow of the lines could further strengthen the overall impact of the piece.
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Leslie
Sun, 2024-05-19 17:22
Tyro
Nothing to fear except your own mind. Get to know it, it is beautiful. Great writing for sure!
Today never knows what tommorow will bring!
tyro
Mon, 2024-05-20 11:49
Hi Leslie
thanks for your comment
Tyro
T
The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight