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

The poem "Bliss" presents a clear narrative of longing and reminiscence, using vivid imagery and sensory details to convey emotion.

However, there are areas where the poem could benefit from further refinement. For instance, the phrase "wood-smoke eyes" is a unique and evocative image, but it may be unclear to some readers what exactly this is intended to convey. Is it a color, a feeling, a memory? Providing a bit more context could help clarify this.

Similarly, the phrase "your envisioned smile took me to an elevated state of bliss" could be reworked for clarity and impact. The use of the word "envisioned" suggests a memory or imagination, but it's not entirely clear whose perspective is being represented here - is it the speaker imagining the other person's smile, or the other person imagining the speaker's?

The poem also uses the metaphor of telephone lines to represent distance and communication. This is a strong and effective image, but it could be developed further. For example, the poem could explore the limitations of this form of communication, or contrast it with the more immediate and intimate forms of connection that the speaker misses.

Overall, the poem effectively communicates a sense of longing and nostalgia, but could benefit from more precise and evocative language, as well as a deeper exploration of its central metaphors.

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I have those I miss; the ones that made my day
the ones that, while not bliss, were a part of my feel-good
experience. I thought that you captured the thought perfectly!
Only criticism is that I would have left out the [of]
"the abyss of distance does the line justice."

~Geez.
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story, I am glad to see that you guys are still going strong!
~ Geez.
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Those calls were the highlight of my day during the time we spent apart while I was in Colorado. You were my only link to my life; what I had there was no life at all, renting a room in a house partitioned by sheets. Those calls kept me sane.

Those were the days before cell phones. The phone was in a closet off the main hall. I remember huddling in it, wishing I were somewhere else.

Thank you for reminding me that you were my savior.

One that I miss. Days they seemed to know when I needed a call and not a text. Their voice was everything. It made the distance seem less. You have conveyed these feelings so elegantly and clearly. Well done!

Congratulations on winning the poem of the week contest. I am always in awe at the way words seem to flow from you. A well deserved win.

Hi Cat,

Love the poem.

Without memories, both good and bad, what do we have when the present isn't quite enough?

Thanks for the memories! - Will

Congratulations on winning the poem of the week contest. It's a great poem. Ruby :)

on your win! ~ Geez.
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and daring, simultaneously. speaks to the heart.