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Old Clem!
Old Clem is quite the sight,
shooting up every night.
To manage grief and pain,
letting the silver reign.
An Indian summer's fight,
destitute, knows what's right!
The pain that is known so well,
will grow with the evening's spell!
Canopied by the trees,
rain falls and dampens leaves.
Suffering again tonight
finding no sweet respite.
Cold as the mountain air
finding no pleasure here.
Ears burn with fear and hate!
longing to separate!
Following rainbow dreams
the moon with it's quaint soft beam.
Calling out in the night,
for relief from this mortal fight!
Watching there for a sign
waiting for turning time.
Back to his yesterdays
where as a child He'd play.
Falling he strikes the ground
as with a thorny crown.
Never to stand again,
this story never ends!
Brown eyes are soft and white
gazing into the stars sweet light!
There with a vacant smile
Passes into the night!
And what of His innate rights?
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I like to write about this topic. I've had a few friends pass on. I know there are too many pronouns, but don't know how to get around that with this. I hope that it makes you feel and think about injustice and suffering. Life it just never seems fair, opposites are everywhere. I guess that it has to be. You can't eliminate suffering! I don't know how to work this site well. If I don't respond it's because I don't know how. I'd like to thank some of my friends out there. They know who they are and I appreciate them!
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem presents a portrait of Old Clem, a figure whose struggle with addiction and suffering is rendered through a series of vivid, melancholic images. The narrative arc follows Clem through cycles of pain, fleeting hope, and eventual demise, using natural imagery and references to time and memory.
The poem’s structure is consistent, with quatrains and a generally regular meter, though the rhythm is sometimes disrupted by enjambment and line length variation. This can create a sense of instability, mirroring Clem’s own turmoil, but it also leads to occasional awkwardness in the flow (“the moon with it's quaint soft beam” contains a grammatical error; “it’s” should be “its”). The use of rhyme is mostly regular, but some rhymes feel forced or predictable, which can detract from the emotional impact.
Imagery is a notable strength, with lines such as “canopied by the trees, / rain falls and dampens leaves” and “cold as the mountain air” effectively situating Clem in a tactile, sensory world. The recurring references to night, rain, and cold reinforce the poem’s mood of isolation and despair. The metaphor of “letting the silver reign” is ambiguous but evocative, possibly alluding to drug use (heroin or another injectable substance), which is consistent with the theme of addiction.
The poem attempts to universalize Clem’s suffering by ending with a question about “innate rights,” inviting the reader to reflect on broader social or existential concerns. However, this shift feels abrupt, as the poem has been closely focused on Clem’s personal experience up to this point. Integrating this thematic concern earlier or more gradually could strengthen the poem’s cohesion.
Some lines verge on cliché (“finding no sweet respite,” “calling out in the night”), and the poem occasionally tells rather than shows, which can lessen the emotional resonance. The depiction of Clem’s death is handled with some subtlety, though the phrase “as with a thorny crown” introduces a religious or martyr-like association that is not fully developed elsewhere in the poem.
Overall, the poem’s emotional intent is clear, and the use of natural imagery is effective in places. Greater attention to rhythmic consistency, avoidance of cliché, and more nuanced integration of thematic elements would enhance the poem’s impact.
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Geezer
3 months 1 week ago
It takes...
a little getting used to.
You will do fine! Although your work is a bit dismal lately,
I like the effort that you have put into it. Only one near-miss in the rhyme and not really that noticeable.[air and here]. Hang in there buddy, the world is not all gloom and doom, there is still lots of love in this world. Other than the rhyme, I don't see anything to fix. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
3 months 1 week ago
Dear Leslie,
I feel your mood, as the gloom is upon my spirit too. I liked the poem, but felt that the spacing of the lines was off, too far apart. I hope that something comes along to pick up both our spirits to lighten the load. I am lighting a candle for you tonight.
much love, Cat
Lavender
3 months 1 week ago
Old Clem
Hello, Leslie,
I, too, felt the heaviness here from both Old Clem and yourself. You have such strong empathy, something the world needs more, and that many people lack. This feels like it's from your heart - the foundation of poetry.
I'm having a bit of a hard time navigating the new site, too, but it's getting easier with each post. (And I'm having computer issues - might need to get a new one sooner than I'd like.)
Take care, Dear Poet!
Lx