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Picture This...
Little bits of this and that
all a part of yesterday.
A holey shirt, and ragged cap
memory, things that people say.
Strange brews of stuff I've heard,
might be true, or maybe not.
Birds of a feather flock together,
Singing about what you got?
I hoard all my yesterdays,
with little bits of this and that,
glue and tape, tied tight string,
deflated and squished flat.
Pieces lost along the way,
souls that have passed me by
only reminds me of yesterday,
and how the time does fly.
Hold on to those memories,
run with old familiar friends.
Drive fast cars, that we used to have,
think about the love you send.
My picture hoard, stays young ever,
those days are so locked in place.
I can see them anytime, days of thunder
When youth took first in every race.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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neopoet
1 month 4 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem explores the theme of memory and nostalgia, using the metaphor of hoarding “little bits of this and that” to evoke the way people collect and hold onto fragments of the past. The imagery of a “holey shirt, and ragged cap” and the use of physical objects as symbols for memories is effective in grounding the abstract idea of reminiscence in tangible details.
The poem’s structure is consistent, with quatrains that generally follow an ABAB or ABCB rhyme scheme, though there are some irregularities in rhyme and meter. For example, the line “Singing about what you got?” disrupts the expected rhythm and rhyme, which may be intentional to suggest uncertainty or questioning, but it also risks breaking the poem’s flow. Consider whether this disruption serves a deliberate purpose, or if a more consistent pattern would strengthen the musicality.
There is some ambiguity in lines such as “Strange brews of things I've heard, / might be true, or maybe not.” While the uncertainty reflects the unreliability of memory, the phrasing could be clarified for greater impact. The poem also employs familiar idioms (“Birds of a feather flock together,” “how the time does fly”), which can evoke a sense of universality but may also read as clichés unless subverted or given a fresh context.
The poem’s emotional arc moves from the act of collecting memories to a reflection on loss and the passage of time (“Pieces lost along the way, / souls that have passed me by”). This transition is handled smoothly, and the final stanzas return to the metaphor of the “picture hoard,” reinforcing the central image. The phrase “days of thunder” and the reference to youth “taking first in every race” effectively convey the energy and nostalgia of looking back on younger days.
To strengthen the poem, consider refining the language to avoid overused expressions and to clarify ambiguous lines. Attention to consistent rhythm and rhyme could enhance the poem’s musicality. Additionally, further development of the central metaphor—perhaps through more specific, personal details—could deepen the emotional resonance.
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Ray Miller
1 month 4 weeks ago
Picture This...
Enjoyed the read, especially stanza 3. There are 3 "things" in the first 5 lines, I'm sure you could think of alternatives. The 2nd stanza seems to go rather off topic, but maybe means more to you than me.
Geezer
1 month 3 weeks ago
I agree...
I made a couple of changes, and yes, the second stanza means more to me than it would the reader.
Thanks Ray, ~ Geez.
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Wallyroo92
1 month 3 weeks ago
Picture This
Dig the title tying in nicely to the overall theme of the poem and competition. Maybe as I've gotten older I begin to appreciate the little things more, though I'm trying to become more of minimalist I starting collecting watches trying to capture those moments in time.
Nicely done.
Geezer
1 month 3 weeks ago
Thank you...
yeah, my little things that mark events in my life, are certainly no treasure to anyone other than myself, except or maybe someone that was there. Like, I often wonder whatever happened to the "Green Gorilla" refrigerator that was a part of my couple of years of bachelorhood in between my second and third wives. But I have a picture of it! I knew that it would be valuable even then. Anyway, glad that you enjoyed and reflected. ~ Geez.
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Official 1SP
1 month 1 week ago
This poem carries a quiet…
This poem carries a quiet ache that settles in slowly, and you express that sense of distance and longing with a simplicity that feels honest. The imagery is understated but effective, especially the way you frame the emotional gap between two people as something both visible and unspoken. There’s a softness in the voice that makes the sadness feel very human rather than dramatic.
What stands out most is the restraint — you don’t overexplain or push the emotion too hard. Instead, you let the feeling sit in the spaces between the lines, which gives the poem a reflective, almost contemplative quality. It leaves the reader thinking about what isn’t said as much as what is.
A gentle, poignant write.
Geezer
1 month 1 week ago
It was my intent...
I wanted to show that many little things that may not be important to anyone else, may be an important piece of someone's memory. Something that will be forgotten by the rest of the world, [including some that were there]; can remain a valuable part of another's memories. Thank you for recognizing that. ~ Geezer.
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