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Stormy's Deciet: Bitter Fruit (not for contest)
three bedroom place between four females
two must bunk within the mid sized room
Norma held one, the largest alone
oldest and middle spelled instant doom
Stormy, your jealousy for Kathryn
was the crack in your armored veneer.
Kathryn was a vile plotting coward
crying to mom, as she ran in fear
you were easily antagonized
engaged in blacking both of her eyes
too often, giving a bloody nose
for treachery; one of mom's spies
growing up, you were my bedroom mate
I was stuck with you, middle sister
you couldn't get along with Kathryn
both ice and fire, hatred, a blister
Stormy you were first to claim a side
of the room we shared each with a bunk
I made mine each morning, but not you,
you used yours to pile up all your junk!
bad enough were your slovenly ways
hanging your clothes on my stuffed dog’s head
the weight of which broke my poor dog's neck
I'll never forget...mean things you said...
our room window was over the roof
most nights you used it climbing out
assumed that I was soundly sleeping
could not raise an alarm by my shout
once you were gone, I became busy
put the plans I'd made into action
by your measure, I was "just a kid"
by her stings, I'd have satisfaction!
lights turned on I moved our furniture
lights off again, returned to my bed
lay grinning awaiting your return
now I'd be the one laughing instead
three a.m. I wake to crashing noises
in the dark, you have stumbled, falling
my big wood desk where your bed had been
you threw yourself, ended up crawling
nothing where you knew it to be true
waking the house, revealing your tryst
suddenly nightly escapes ending
a girl of fifteen, more than been kissed!
About This Poem
Last Few Words: this is a factual accounting too many lines for the contest.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
neopoet
1 month 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem presents a vivid narrative of sibling rivalry and domestic tension, using a confessional, almost prose-like structure. The poem’s voice is direct and unsentimental, which suits the subject matter of childhood grievances and the complex dynamics among sisters. The use of specific details—such as the stuffed dog’s broken neck and the rearrangement of furniture—grounds the poem in lived experience and gives it a sense of authenticity.
Structurally, the poem is composed of quatrains, but the meter and rhyme are inconsistent. Some stanzas employ end rhyme (“eyes/nose/spies”), while others do not, which can disrupt the reader’s expectations. If the intention is to use formal elements, more consistent attention to rhythm and rhyme would strengthen the poem’s cohesion. Alternatively, if a looser form is preferred, enjambment and line breaks could be used more strategically to enhance the poem’s pacing and emotional impact.
The characterization of Stormy and Kathryn is clear, though the language sometimes lapses into telling rather than showing (e.g., “Kathryn was a vile plotting coward”). The poem is most effective when it dramatizes conflict through action and dialogue rather than summary judgment. For example, the episode of the rearranged furniture is rendered with energy and suspense, making the emotional stakes tangible.
The poem’s tone is accusatory and laced with bitterness, which is consistent with the speaker’s perspective. However, the emotional range could be expanded by allowing moments of ambiguity or vulnerability to surface. The final revelation—Stormy’s nightly escapes and the implication of sexual experience—adds a layer of complexity, but it arrives abruptly. More foreshadowing or reflection on the implications of this discovery could deepen the poem’s impact.
Attention to grammar and word choice would also benefit the poem. The title contains a misspelling (“Deciet” should be “Deceit”), and some lines are awkwardly phrased (“more than been kissed!”). Careful revision for clarity and precision would help the poem communicate its themes more effectively.
Overall, the poem offers a compelling glimpse into the fraught relationships of adolescence, but would benefit from greater formal control, more nuanced characterization, and careful editing.
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Words Ablaze
1 month 2 weeks ago
A girl of fifteen more than…
A girl of fifteen more than been kissed....what a way to put it and what a way to end it. So much war under a single roof, I could almost see the dislike filling the unoccupied spaces in the house. Thanks for that.
Candlewitch
1 month 2 weeks ago
Yep! It is a true story...
I grew up in a war zone with three egotistical. self- involved, females. They fought constantly, when they weren't trying to figure out how to con somebody out of something! My Dad, who had escaped the scene, often rescued me with a weekend outing. How I hated to go back home again.
Thank you so much for reading this twisted tale of truth, W. A.
fondly, Cat
Rula
1 month 2 weeks ago
Dearest Candle
I think I'll revisit this one as I am not quiet sure I'm getting the ending . May be I need some help?
Candlewitch
1 month 2 weeks ago
Dearest Rula,
thank you for reading. Maybe it would help clear up your confusion if I were to tell you that Stormy was a slut who had to get married at the age of fifteen... just before her sixteenth birthday. Norma, our mother was unaware of her antics. Until I set her up by rousing the whole household. Lol. If there is anything else I can help with, please let me know.
hugs, your Candle
Rula
1 month 2 weeks ago
Dearest friend
Thank you for the clarification.
Always helpful👍🏻
Rula
1 month 2 weeks ago
I am not sure
If it is intended, but all those plotted tricks put here a smile on my face.
Thank you for this 😊
Geezer
1 month 2 weeks ago
Being the oldest...
and a boy, I did not have to sleep in the same room with my sisters beyond the age of six. I admire the revenge scheme and something that I would have undertaken had the situation been my own. I was just devious enough to plot against my year and a half younger sister, and make sure that my mother saw her treachery, while I proclaimed my innocence. I was going to suggest that you could combine some lines and make this shorter to conform to the forty-line standard for contests, but I simply don't know how to do that without compromising the integrity of the whole thing. A good, true story deserves to be told in totality. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
1 month 2 weeks ago
Thanks, Geez!
it is funny how on somethings we think much alike, lol, especially concerning revenge. Norma would never see me as an innocent, as I favored my Dad and I understood Her much too well!
much love, Cat
Unca Fez
1 month 2 weeks ago
Another Story To Tell
I'm waiting for you to tell the story about how you stopped her from bouncing you in bed. ;)
Candlewitch
1 month 2 weeks ago
;)
yes, maybe I will tell that one someday. lol
much love, Cat
Clentin
1 month 1 week ago
Wow! Shows real intense…
Wow! Shows real intense feelings!