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

This poem effectively uses concrete imagery to evoke a sense of loss and the impermanence of life. The detailed descriptions of the items left behind, such as "Quarter-twenty bolts mixed with tie clips in the jewelry box" and "Dust-encrusted fedora and homburg hats stacked on a closet shelf," create a vivid picture in the reader's mind and help to convey the theme of the poem.

However, the poem could benefit from a more varied use of poetic devices. For instance, the use of metaphors, similes, or personification could add depth to the imagery and enhance the emotional impact of the poem.

The repetition of the phrase "These are the ashes of" at the end of the poem is effective in reinforcing the theme, but the poem might benefit from a more varied sentence structure in other parts to maintain the reader's interest.

The poem's theme of the impermanence of life and the inevitability of loss is a universal one that many readers can relate to. However, it might be beneficial to provide some more context or backstory to make the poem more personal and emotionally engaging. For example, who were the holders of these memories? What is their relationship to the speaker of the poem? This could help the reader to connect more deeply with the poem.

Finally, the poem's rhythm and flow could be improved. The lines vary significantly in length, which can disrupt the rhythm of the poem. Experimenting with different line lengths and rhythms could enhance the poem's musicality and make it more enjoyable to read.

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that you should write about the very thing that I have been thinking of so much lately.
Having lost a great friend last year, who lived right next door, I was chagrined to see many of his possessions out on the street for pick up by the garbage truck. He was not married and had no children or siblings. His cousin who co-owned his house, took whatever he wanted, and left the rest for the trash. [I did receive some things that he wanted me to have]. But I wonder what will happen to all the stuff, I leave behind? Some portions have been promised to my sons and siblings, but how long before they leave whatever when they have passed on? I imagine that there will be some items of curiosity people will find intriguing, but eventually, no one will know where they came from and what to do with them. I found this thought provoking and emotional. [Not in a bad way]. Your title is good, language use and pacing equally so. Nicely done, ~ Geez.
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Things that have weighed heavily on my mind as well as pondering my own mortality. Your poem gives a lot to think about. Well done.

I understand... more than I want to. things are weighing heavily on my mind. Since we have no children... we do have a few friends. and my little brother. we also have many things that are special only to us.

*love, Cat

Hello, Steve,
So relatable - the objects we reflect on may be different from those you describe in your poem, but the emotion and intimacy are the same. Your title is sobering, and reminds me that we are all part of the cycle of life.
Thank you,
L

Haven’t had a lot of time for reading or writing lately. I’m trying to relearn the habit of reading daily.

Anyway all my people are here in this thread and it’s so great to read all the comments.

We do acquire quite a bit in our lifetimes. These curiosities are sometimes draped in feeling and nostalgia whose magic is lost to others and sometimes, over time, to ourselves.

There’s much to be said in letting go of things. Realistically we are all going to leave some loose ends when we depart and maybe a little mystery or puzzle box for our after bearers.

Great write, good eye.

Tim

Hi Steve, I've cleared the contents of many collections at least three times over the last ten years and yet, when I look about me, I still see the belongings I'm reluctant to throw out, not because they are valuable but because of their personal meaning. I guess it is left to those after us. Good poem and it raises a number of questions for every one of us. Well done, Ruby :) xx