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

The poem "Audience of Echos" presents a strong narrative voice and effectively employs imagery to convey a sense of loneliness and introspection. However, there are areas where the poem could be improved.

Firstly, the rhythm and meter of the poem could be more consistent. The poem seems to aim for a rhythmic structure, but there are lines that disrupt this rhythm, such as "From golden hours, setting suns" and "Darkened nights in frigid climes". The syllable count and stress pattern in these lines differ from the rest, which can disrupt the reader's flow.

Secondly, the poem could benefit from more specific imagery. While the images of a "solitary fire" and a "solitary man" are evocative, they are also quite common in poetry. Using more unique or personal images could help to make the poem more engaging and memorable.

Finally, the poem could delve deeper into its themes. The idea of a "ghostly congregation" to whom the speaker bares their soul is intriguing, but it's not fully explored. Who are these ghosts? Why can't they speak? Exploring these questions could add depth to the poem and make it more emotionally resonant.

Overall, the poem has a strong foundation, but could be improved with more attention to rhythm, imagery, and thematic development.

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Hey Tim, I get it 100%
Left me a little sad, but what can you do? A great poem it makes a valid point, well said and said from the heart.
You're not alone. Ruby :) xx

I wanted to change the line: "Sits a solitary man" to a [lonely man]
but I saw the unspoken wish to describe 'solitary' as a truly one-man experience.
I don't think that there is a better word to use, but I get that feeling of wanting a
more/better word, something to describe a loneliness that is purely yours alone.
Maybe that will bleed through to other readers? I'm guessing that everyone will say that,
"Oh, I know what you mean." I'm not sure that we ever do; I wonder if within every human being
there is an empty space reserved, just for the times when we don't want another's sympathy,
when we just want to feel the exquiste pain as purely our own; a penance of sorts?
Anyway, I felt this strongly! You reached my heart; shook my hand. Thanks for sharing, ~ Geez.
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Hello, Tim,
Your poem spoke a little differently to me, it seems. I have found myself in a solitary state many times - sitting, walking, driving, and felt very much accompanied by "echoes" of my own thoughts and feelings coming to light. Those are the moments I make peace with what ails me, or find deeper joy with what endears me. This is the way your introspective words speak to me. Either way, another solid write.
Thank you.
L