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Roadkill (an eddy styx poem)
Dawn,
while walking
along the highway,
I spied a young man
taking pictures of animals
that had been killed on the road.
and
thought of HER...
That was the moment
I first noticed
the long, thin,
t
h
r
e
a
d
of drool dangling from my lower lip.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: this is an eddy styx poem eddy styx is my Male alter ego who writes Dark Poetry. this poem has been refurbished before posting
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
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How was my language use?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
2 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem uses a minimalist structure and a gradual vertical descent to convey its narrative and emotional arc. The opening lines establish a quiet, observational tone, situating the speaker in a liminal space—dawn, walking, highway—where encounters with death (roadkill) are both mundane and jarring. The intrusion of the young man photographing dead animals introduces a layer of mediation between the observer and the observed, suggesting themes of voyeurism, documentation, or perhaps a fascination with mortality.
The abrupt shift to “thought of HER…” injects a personal, possibly romantic or nostalgic element, though the referent remains ambiguous. This ambiguity invites multiple interpretations: is the speaker reminded of someone by the scene, or is the act of observing itself reminiscent of a past relationship?
The poem’s most striking formal choice is the vertical arrangement of the word “thread,” which visually mimics the described drool. This typographical play foregrounds the physical, even animalistic, response of the speaker, contrasting with the earlier, more detached observation. The drool could signify hunger, desire, or a loss of composure, complicating the poem’s emotional register.
The poem’s brevity and fragmentation mirror the fleeting, disjointed experience of encountering death and memory in a banal setting. However, the connection between the roadkill, the young man, “HER,” and the speaker’s drool remains opaque. If the intention is to evoke a sense of dislocation or to satirize the speaker’s own reactions, the poem succeeds in unsettling the reader, though some may find the associative leaps too abrupt to fully cohere.
Consider clarifying the emotional or narrative link between the observed scene and the speaker’s reaction, or further developing the motif of mediation (photography, memory, bodily response) to strengthen the poem’s thematic unity. The visual experimentation is effective, but the poem’s impact may benefit from a more explicit articulation of the speaker’s internal state or the significance of “HER.”
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Geezer
2 months ago
I understood...
this one perfectly! Of course, it may be that I know you and eddy so well, but it is a great piece from one of my favorite characters here. Loved the thrreeaad of drooool. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
2 months ago
drool...
I actually came upon such a scene one day... it was hypnotic! thanks for reading and commenting, lol!
eddy styx (the twisted)
RoseBlack
2 months ago
This
Is fantastic...the drool did it for me...love this so much.
Candlewitch
2 months ago
Dear RoseBlack,
thank you for reading and your words of praise are greatly appreciated...
love to you and the girls, eddy styx and Cat
Unca Fez
2 months ago
Typical eddy
This is what I've come to expect from Mr. styx. This is one of his best. I agree with RoseBlack: The drool did me in.
Candlewitch
2 months ago
hmm,
our pussy cats drool... I wonder if they have been secretly reading my poetry under the blankets at night? (I would not put it past them...)
thanks for reading and responding, ever eddy styx
Clentin
2 months ago
Congrats! Great poem, a…
Congrats! Great poem, a worthy win!
Candlewitch
2 months ago
Dear Clentin,
thank you so very much for the positive comment on this poem, my friend! I was very surprised that it won the weekly contest. It is nice that you noticed. smiles to you!
fondly, Cat
mark
2 months ago
hahaha
Think of that next time you're petting kitttys
rotf
Loved this one,
Mark
Candlewitch
2 months ago
Dear Mark,
we are so glad we could entertain you! thank you for reading and commenting ;)
ever, eddy styx
much love, Kitty Cat
Dalton
2 months ago
Dearest Cat
A touching piece and not to detract from your artwork but please explain the intriguing denouement your "drooling" I guess some exhibition of deep emotion here as I know you love animals and have a deeply sensitive heart xxx
Candlewitch
2 months ago
dearest John,
It is an styxian poem and his way of reacting to the miserable scene is to drool. What he really wants to do is beat the guy with the camera senseless for desecrating the reverie of the animals loss of life. But it is daylight so he feels impotent...
ever, eddy styx
love, Cat
Dalton
2 months ago
Hi
Well done in your win dear friend