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RATS IN OUR LAP

In my father's lap I found comfort
about age four accidentally locked in
at the top of the basement stairs
looking down into the dark unknown
rat ridden hole my back against the door
I turned away blinded by terror
of the climb down to another exit
pounding my fists against the glass and
wood and screamed forever until
miraculously you came Dad in your
leopard skin dressing gown gathered
me up into the kitchen and rocked me
in the sunlit space by the window.

That was the last time I can find that
we sat together in comfort or for not
father knowing my panic did it recall
your own tumbling half parachuted out
of a blown up sky hiding from capture
and dying from fear only a few years
before and today having had to finally
climb down the stairs a few times
myself to face the rats that were never
there in the darkness that is looking
for ways back and ways out fighting
with fists pounding on the doors of
my skull and who sits in my lap or yours
but the rats that have multiplied over the years.
About This Poem

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I am eighty. I wrote this and others while going through troubled times in the nineties. The poem appears in a volume I self published/printed called 'Shards' for which a designer friend gave each poem a unique resonating typographical treatment. Thank you for any insights or reaction.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

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Region, Country: Ontario, CAN

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neopoet

neopoet

1 week 5 days ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

The poem explores the lasting psychological impact of childhood fear and trauma, using the literal and metaphorical presence of "rats" as a central motif. The structure is a single, unbroken block of text, which mirrors the breathless, cascading quality of memory and anxiety. This lack of stanza breaks or punctuation creates a sense of urgency and claustrophobia, effectively placing the reader in the emotional state of the speaker.

The narrative moves from a specific childhood incident—being trapped at the top of the basement stairs and rescued by the father—to a broader meditation on generational trauma. The poem draws a parallel between the child's terror and the father's own wartime experiences ("tumbling half parachuted out / of a blown up sky hiding from capture / and dying from fear"), suggesting that fear and its aftermath are inherited or at least echoed across generations.

The rats function on multiple levels: as literal creatures in the basement, as symbols of fear, and finally as manifestations of unresolved psychological distress ("the rats that have multiplied over the years"). The poem's final lines suggest that these fears are now ever-present, inhabiting the speaker's own mind and relationships.

The poem's syntax is intentionally fragmented, with enjambment and run-on lines that reflect the disjointed nature of traumatic memory. However, this approach sometimes results in ambiguity or confusion, particularly in the transition between the father's and the speaker's experiences. Greater clarity could be achieved by more clearly signaling shifts in time or perspective, perhaps through subtle changes in diction or the introduction of white space.

The poem's emotional core is strong, but the imagery could be further developed. The "leopard skin dressing gown" is a striking detail, but other sensory elements (sound, smell, tactile sensations) could be expanded to ground the reader more fully in the scenes described.

Overall, the poem effectively conveys the persistence of childhood fears and their transformation over time, as well as the complex relationship between parent and child in the context of trauma. Consider refining the structure to enhance clarity, and expanding the sensory detail to deepen the reader's immersion in the poem's world.

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Geezer

Geezer

1 week 5 days ago

I think...

the lack of punctuation and capitalization, does this piece no justice. 
I read and reread the lines about your father sitting together in comfort, 
before finally deciding that the bumble that I was looking at,
was merely a transposition of the words [not and father].

or for not
father knowing my panic

I'm thinking that you should pay a bit more attention to how you 
meld your lines.

I understand the story; I like the story but found it hard to interpret for the reasons above. 
~ Geezer.

 

Eric Doubt

Eric Doubt

1 week 1 day ago

Your review

This is my first shot, here. If fact, I have rarely sought or received any criticisms of my poems. So this is special and I thank you for taking the time to read and comment frankly. I already had a sense of what you observed and you have helped bring it into focus. I see we share a few things in common  - motorcycles, wives (me 3), photography, dogs. I also see you are quite prolific and I look forward to reading you. Although I have been in communications and marketing all my career life, I have deliberately not kept up with developments with AI, or used it. So to read the AI assessments of my poem and your last one is truly bizarre, until I can nail down the reaction better. Thanks, much appreciated. 

Geezer

Geezer

1 week ago

I am afraid...

 that my profile is sadly out of date; I haven't ridden in quite a while, I use a phone to take my pictures now, and I can't have a dog where I am living. [I don't have two ex-wives, because I have outlived the first two]. But... I am still the same guy that lived through those phases, and relish the opportunity to wax sentimentally on those joys whenever the occasion arises. LoL

I was pretty reluctant to use A.I. for many of the same reasons that most people are, but have learned that the lower grade ones, that we use here and for information, are pretty amicable. They have not yet gotten to the point of 'take over'. I have written a few things about that!

I think that you will fit in here very nicely with our 'family'. I look forward to the comments and critique that you will gather and spread here. Welcome to Neo. ~ Geezer.