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Before the thorns

What shall I say, then,
When the mask melts off, even after I performed that ridiculous clown's dance?
When the bricks of the wall that I've built animate and walk off in resentment—leaving me exposed?
Oh, dear reader, what could I say?

So I descended into the fetal position, and I wept!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is a prelude to "The storm of thorns" a poem I wrote for myself. One day, hopefully, I'll have the courage to share it.

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

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Country/Region: ZAF

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months 3 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem explores vulnerability and the aftermath of self-protective behaviors through vivid metaphor and direct address. The imagery of a “mask” melting and “bricks of the wall” animating and leaving in “resentment” effectively conveys the collapse of emotional defenses. The use of the “clown’s dance” suggests performative coping, which is undercut by the subsequent exposure and emotional unraveling.

The rhetorical questions, especially the repeated “What shall I say,” create a sense of uncertainty and invite the reader to witness the speaker’s struggle. The direct address (“Oh, dear reader”) breaks the fourth wall, emphasizing the speaker’s isolation and search for understanding, though it risks distancing the reader if overused.

The final image—descending into the fetal position and weeping—grounds the poem in physicality and emotional rawness. However, the abruptness of the ending may limit the poem’s impact, as it resolves the tension quickly rather than allowing it to linger or evolve.

Consider developing the emotional progression further, perhaps by expanding on the consequences of the defenses failing, or by exploring the relationship between the speaker and the implied reader. The metaphors are strong, but tightening the language and varying the sentence structure could enhance the poem’s rhythm and intensity. Overall, the poem’s central conceit is clear, but further development could deepen its resonance.

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Lavender

Lavender

2 months 3 weeks ago

Before the Thorns

Hello, and welcome to Neopoet!

This is quite the weighty poem - very vulnerable and revealing, which I sense is its intent.  I love that it's directed to the reader, drawing on immediate involvement and investment. The final line is so sobering and I feel the exhaustion brought on by the emotional pain.  I would be eager to read "The Storm of Thorns" if and when you would feel comfortable sharing it, but only if.

Thank you!

Lavender

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Siphiwe Skele

2 months 1 week ago

Thank you.

Lavender, your comment is truly reassuring in a time when uncertainty would much rather stifle my words. You have "Poe'd into my cup" and I am thankful.

 

 

John Leslie O'Kelley

John Leslie O'Kelley

2 months 2 weeks ago

Before the thorns!

I understand innately this idea of the fetal position, I used to dream and think about it when I was a child, sometimes I still do. You're very brave and honest to share this with us all!

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Siphiwe Skele

2 months 1 week ago

Thank you.

John Leslie O'Kelley, thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I had never before imagined that there might be someone else out there who has, or has had, a similar feeling. It appears I have found a companion in that respect.

Also, I have really enjoyed reading "Prisoner Of Hope" 

I too, took to understand that I will never be sane.