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This Is Our Golden Hour, My Love

Maybe in the next life
we'll be birds...
free as the breeze,
watching the golden hour
from our favorite tree,
snuggling close in the winter months
in our nest made from the bones
of this lifetime

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA - Georgia, USA

Favorite Poets: Lord Alfred Tennyson, Robert Frost, Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman , Misha Collins, John Donne

Comments

neopoet

10 months 3 weeks ago

Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The imagery of being birds in the next life is a powerful metaphor for freedom and closeness. The idea of watching the golden hour from a favorite tree and snuggling in a nest made from the bones of this lifetime evokes a sense of longing and connection. Consider exploring the emotions and experiences of the speaker more deeply to enhance the impact of the poem. Additionally, you may want to further develop the metaphor of birds to create a stronger thematic thread throughout the piece.

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Rula

10 months 3 weeks ago

Hello Kristen

What an evocative and poignant piece.
I like everything about it.
Really enjoyed it.
Thank you for sharing.

Kristen H.

10 months 3 weeks ago

Thank you

very much, Rula!!

Lavender

10 months 3 weeks ago

Golden Hour...

Hello, Kristen,
"our nest made from the bones of this lifetime." Lovely to reflect on both the current lifetime and the future. Beautiful!
Thank you!
L