Drowned Love.

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

This poem effectively uses vivid imagery and metaphor to explore themes of loss and longing. The choice of words and phrases such as 'Moon waxing gibbous from freckled skies', 'abysmal deep', 'Neptune’s web', and 'boundless sea' contribute to creating a melancholic and atmospheric setting.

However, there are areas where the poem could be improved. The rhythm of the poem seems inconsistent in places, which can disrupt the flow for the reader. For instance, the second line of the first stanza has a different rhythm compared to the rest of the stanza. It may be beneficial to revise this line to better match the rhythm of the other lines.

In terms of the narrative, the poem could benefit from a clearer connection between the man on the shore and the woman in the sea. While it is implied that they were lovers, providing more context or backstory could deepen the emotional impact of the poem.

Lastly, the use of clichéd phrases such as 'wringing hands' and 'beats perspiring chest' could be replaced with more original expressions. This would add to the uniqueness of the poem and make it more engaging for the reader.

Overall, the poem shows promise and with some revisions could be even more impactful.

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Hi there,

first thing I got and not sure if intended, was the use of Far, far out & deep deep below. It felt like an echo, almost a muffled one as it travelled into the depths of the water & then drowned.

Her eternal connection with the ocean is apparent (boundless sea) & comes across with clarity in this tragic piece.

I really enjoyed this & escaped into your words as the tide...ebbed & flowed!

Nice poem,

One

Just as always I appreciate your talent for expressing yourself in the element of poetry. I hope that your health is good and I know you'll keep writing.

I cannot see where you should change this poem, as it reads smooth as a baby's bottom. I love how it freely flows and your imagery just pops off the page. I really enjoyed this one.

with great respect, Cat