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Jan 17, 2026
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Dawn Shakers
Walk with the hunger
Run with the hunted
When we were younger
The dawn was confronted
In the iron woods
In the golden jaws
Under ancestral clothe
Against ready claws
We yawned as lions
Under old science
Forced to pause
But done in defiance
Summer astronomers
Stumbling self reliance
Thoughts bled
from hot heads
Separate yet
caught in the same net
Yet holy hell
did we kick up a fuss
Some rustic
alcoholic
omnibus
Sides hurt
eyes squirt
ate dirt
a dare turned
into a bigger bet
Now that deserves
a cigarette
Better dead
than counterfeit
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
neopoet
3 months ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem uses energetic, compressed language to evoke a sense of youthful rebellion and camaraderie. The opening lines—“Walk with the hunger / Run with the hunted”—immediately establish a tone of urgency and shared experience, which is sustained throughout. The poem’s structure is mostly couplets or short lines, creating a clipped, breathless rhythm that matches the subject matter.
Imagery is vivid and at times surreal: “iron woods,” “golden jaws,” and “ancestral clothe” suggest a mythic or primal setting, while “yawned as lions / Under old science” introduces a tension between instinct and learned restraint. The phrase “Summer astronomers / Stumbling self reliance” is especially evocative, blending cosmic curiosity with adolescent uncertainty.
The poem’s narrative arc is loosely sketched, moving from collective action (“we”) to a more individual reflection (“Now that deserves / a cigarette / Better dead / than counterfeit”). This shift helps to ground the poem’s energy in a personal, almost confessional register.
There are moments where the syntax becomes ambiguous—“Thoughts bled / from hot heads / Separate yet / caught in the same net”—which may be intentional, reflecting the confusion and intensity of the experiences described. However, some lines (“Some rustic / alcoholic / omnibus”) feel more cryptic and risk losing the reader without further context or development.
The poem’s conclusion—“Better dead / than counterfeit”—lands with a strong, defiant note, encapsulating the rebellious spirit that runs throughout. The poem could benefit from clarifying some of the more obscure images or references to ensure that the emotional impact is matched by clarity of meaning. Overall, the piece effectively conveys the chaos, risk, and exhilaration of youthful defiance, using language that is both muscular and inventive.
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Geezer
3 months ago
This one...
is a great rhythmic stream; I only stumbled once as I read it. I would delete the line:
"Under ancestral clothe" unless it really means something central to the piece. I felt that it added nothing and in fact, provides a stutter. Otherwise, a good, steady beat.
~ Geezer.
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Micah Stone
3 months ago
Ancestral clothe
Here’s why it works for me, it makes the rythym more accentuated, like a cymbal crash in the drum solo. Ancestral sky is too vague and loses potency, clothe is old world thing that covers and I felt I needed to show an overarching restraint on the scene.
If I use vagueness to my advantage by those two words together, ancestral clothe. I am hoping the reader will fill in the details with which ever cultural pattern makes the most sense to them.
I needed the writing to be under a force from above but I wanted to keep the cosmos out of this one and keep things grounded.
This analysis of mine is only after I wrote it because when I wrote it I was an open vessel for whatever the prairie wanted to say that day.
Thanks for the review
Candlewitch
3 months ago
Hello Micah,
I found your poem to be so very energetic... I really liked your word choices! The imagery is very creative and vivid... I got a real rise out of reading it out loud, it moved along quite fluidly! my favorite lines are:
"We yawned as lions
Under old science
Forced to pause
But done in defiance"
Always, Cat
Micah Stone
3 months ago
Thank you poetry sister
I need to read these out loud more,
Your feedback made my skin hot it was so thoughtful, the science lions line is my favorite line too.
I hope you are side blinded by beauty and wonder today.
Thanks again
Micah