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3 AM

Three o'clock;
Cobwebs dangle from exhausted eye lashes.
Sleep eludes me like an outgrown friend,
while memories of you come in flashes.

Loneliness covers me like a quilt,
yet offers no comfort; my emotions it steals
just a breeding ground for open wounds
that time can never heal.

Drinking from my tears,
the taste of sand in my mouth
has been eradicated by their truth,
pushing my mind further South.

I close my eyes; hoping to disguise
my grief for someone who's still so alive.
Sleep comes surreptitiously
Morning will soon arrive

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "3 AM" effectively utilizes vivid imagery and metaphor to convey a sense of insomnia, loneliness, and grief. The use of the phrase "Cobwebs dangle from exhausted eye lashes" creates a strong visual image of the speaker's tiredness and the late hour. The metaphor of loneliness as a quilt that "offers no comfort; my emotions it steals" is a powerful way to express the speaker's emotional state.

However, there are areas where the poem could be improved. The line "Sleep eludes me like an outgrown friend" could be reworked to maintain the consistency of the metaphor. The concept of sleep as an "outgrown friend" is not immediately clear and may confuse readers.

The stanza "Drinking from my tears, / the taste of sand in my mouth / has been eradicated by their honesty, / pushing my mind further South" is somewhat unclear. The reference to "their honesty" is ambiguous and may be clarified for better understanding.

Lastly, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm or meter. While free verse is a valid form of poetry, the inconsistent rhythm in this poem can make it feel disjointed.

Overall, the poem effectively conveys a sense of insomnia and grief through the use of vivid imagery and metaphor. With some adjustments to clarify certain metaphors and to create a more consistent rhythm, the poem could be even more impactful.

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The bane of my existence most nights. Never fails, even if only for a moment. Glad you enjoyed.

~RoseBlack~

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Don't you hate it when you can't get back to sleep and your mind is whirring into nothingness but Morpheus escapes us?
I enjoyed the way you linked the unusual with the obvious in this poem:
Cobwebs dangle from exhausted eye lashes.
and
Drinking from my tears,
the taste of sand in my mouth
These are great lines.
Good job, nicely delivered, Ruby :) xx

Give and grow - let's raise our verses together. I'm happy to comment on your work and appreciate a comment on mine.

Feeling ever and happens almost nightly. Glad you enjoyed. As always thank you for your comment and read.

~RoseBlack~

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most mornings, that is when I wake up! however, this particular morn, I made it to five. and I am grateful for it. I got into a pattern of waking up when Steven left for work five days a week, sometimes six (days). there was a period when I was an insomniac. I hated just lying there with my mind churning, listening to the ticking of the clock...

I love your poem. These are my favorite lines:

I close my eyes; hoping to disguise
my grief for someone who's still so alive.
Sleep comes surreptitiously
Morning will soon arrive

Exemplary work!
*love, Cat

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I have recently realized I have outgrown many friendships as of late and some have been more difficult to process than others. Some feels like the trash took itself out and the rest I am at a bit of a loss for many reasons. I am glad you enjoyed.

~RoseBlack~

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to outgrow a friendship and have to deal with the termination. I was a coward and just stopped coming around and made myself scarce. they were changing and the changes did not agree with my morals, I am sad to say.

*Cat

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When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Is due to lifestyle changes. I am in a different zone now that my kids are older and they decided to start over or start for the first time. I am not invited to things anymore as it is all toddler based and me and my teenagers don't fit in anymore. I haven't been ghosted by these individuals but the separation is there. Another it was like the trash took out itself but I detest being ghosted.

~RoseBlack~

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that the metaphor of "Sleep eludes me like an outgrown friend"
was actually a quite good one. I guess that the AI having no experience of
having friends, wouldn't have the emotional outlook to see that a friend that you have
outgrown, or vice-versa; but if one of the people feels as though the relationship is done with
yet doesn't want to hurt the other's feelings, they would endeavor to avoid that person.

All in all, good stuff! ~ Geez.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
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Understood that line! I figured since AI isn't capable of diving that deep, that is where it got confused. I am finding that I have outgrown many recently and a few of those relationships are a little hard to lose. Glad you liked the poem.

~RoseBlack~

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up! LoL

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

What an awful feeling to lay there, aching for sleep, yet unable to find it. I'm sure we each have our own set of demons that keep us awake. You've described one of yours beautifully. Well, done.

For me, my mind is racing through assorted scenarios: work problems, the occasional lyric skipping past, health issues, etc. My usual antidote is an hour of Playstation time and a minimum of two beers. However, as I'm sure with most when this occurs, the short night plays havoc with the next day.

Great poem!

Thanx,
Steve

For the high praise and comment. No sex in bed? I have never heard of that...now I'm going to have to Google reasons why! Thanks again for the read

~RoseBlack~

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Very good, I’ll have to read more of your work!

For the comment and read! Glad you enjoyed

~RoseBlack~

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Hello, Carrie,
I feel the exasperation in this, especially when thinking of, and grieving for, someone who's "still so alive." The tossing and turning in the mind cause tossing and turning in the night.
Better nights ahead, and sweet dreams!
L

Struggling with the loss of some close friendships. People seem to come and go easily from my life and not because I want them to leave. Glad I have my Neo family.

~RoseBlack~

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