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

The poem "Damning sorrow for love" is a touching tribute to a lost loved one. The use of Miss Piggy's laugh as a marker for good days is an interesting and unique detail that adds depth to the speaker's emotional journey. The metaphor of paddling through oceans of pain to meet each other creates a vivid image of the struggle the speaker and their loved one faced together.

The line "plastic bags of magic" is a powerful metaphor for the moments of joy and distraction that helped the speaker and their loved one forget their pain, but the following lines feel less cohesive. The mention of fishing poles and flying nuns feels somewhat random and disconnected from the rest of the poem.

The lines "to shave another piece off/our shared sheer will" are a poignant expression of the constant effort required to cope with ongoing pain. The metaphor of eating the pieces as demons is a creative way to illustrate the idea of being trapped by one's own suffering.

The shift to "barf jokes" as a coping mechanism feels abrupt, but the idea of humor as a lifeline in dark times is a relatable one. The tribute to the loved one as the eternal clown who never allowed frowns adds a sense of warmth and humor to the poem.

The final stanza is a beautiful tribute to the lost loved one, with the image of eternity creeping from their eyes creating a haunting and poignant image. The final lines, which toast the loved one and damn all sorrow to another day, are a powerful expression of the speaker's determination to keep going despite their loss.

One suggested line edit would be to remove the comma after "days" in the first stanza, as it interrupts the flow of the sentence.

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from long ago, you telling me about your compatriot and fellow sufferer. Up until recently, I had never watched another die from cancer, and the swiftness with which it can swoop down and make the final dispatch. I must admire the bravery that it takes to push aside the fear and pain. My friend Bob kept telling me, there's nothing they can do about it, so let's concentrate on the good things that we shared, and don't worry about tomorrow or the day after. Let's not count the days, and minutes until the end, but remember the days and moments we shared. It's hard, and sometimes, I look at that house next door... but hey, this is not about me. This is about the poem that you have written and shared with us. It gives us the feeling that there was something of importance to your relationship with your friend. I do believe that she was just as pleased with your companionship as you were with hers. I'm sure that she took comfort in knowing that you were there and understood how afraid she was too. Acceptance is not being without fear, it is rather, a necessary part of the process. I know that I must have said it before, but You have my condolences for the loss of your friend. Higgest bugs and lots of love, ~ Geez.
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this reminds me of a song from: Phantom of the Paradise, whose lines in part go:

"Damn all evil that takes possession,
Until your 'pipe dreams' become obsessions;
They scare me,baby; and we should have nothing to fear.

ignore that, I'm getting senile in my old age.
this is a lovely piece of your psyche. I love it and I hate dying and all the crap that goes with it, like "when one door closes, a new window opens." I have seen so much death, you would think I must have hit saturation by now...but no...it makes me want to "Rage against the dying of the light!
I am sorry about your friend. and your great loss. your love shines through in this poem.

*love and wishes, Siscat

Dear J,
I'm just staring at the cursor trying to gather my thoughts on this, but I'll accept that I cannot find the words. My condolences for your loss, and my admiration toward your devotion felt in your poetry.
Much love,
Lx

I’m sorry for your loss. As far as the poetry, it’s sad, it’s sweet. It’s very very good. Your style speaks to me because you never really say anything plainly and you make me work hard and think about what I’m reading. The way you word things lures me into an almost altered state, a necessary shift in consciousness to place myself in this universe alternative to mine.

I’m sorry your universe is currently painful, I’m really glad you’ve shared your feelings and imagination with us.

Tim