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

This poem effectively uses imagery and sensory language to create a vivid and melancholic atmosphere. The use of the ghosts as a metaphor for the past and its lingering presence is a compelling choice. However, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm and rhyme scheme to enhance its musicality and flow.

The first three stanzas follow a specific rhyme scheme (ABABA), but this pattern is disrupted in the fourth and fifth stanzas. Maintaining a consistent rhyme scheme throughout the poem could help to create a more cohesive and harmonious reading experience.

Additionally, while the poem's language is generally clear and evocative, there are a few instances where the wording could be more precise. For example, in the line "I hope they all found peace at last," the use of "they" is somewhat ambiguous. It might be more effective to specify who "they" refers to, such as "I hope these ghosts found peace at last," to create a stronger connection with the preceding stanza.

Lastly, the poem's rhythm varies from stanza to stanza, which can disrupt the flow of the poem. For instance, the first stanza has a rhythm of 8-6-8-8-8 syllables per line, while the second stanza has a rhythm of 8-8-8-6-6. Establishing a more consistent rhythm could enhance the poem's musicality and make it more engaging to read.

In conclusion, while this poem effectively creates a vivid and melancholic atmosphere through its use of imagery and sensory language, it could be improved by maintaining a consistent rhyme scheme and rhythm, and by using more precise language.

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You always astound me with your poetic prowess... I loved this poem of reflection. my favorite lines are in these verses:

I close my eyes yet I still see
things and people now gone;
flickering there endlessly
in the past's eternal yawn.
With passing years they grow and grow.

Outside the stars begin to fade
taking with them one more night.
A barred owl hoots beyond the glade
although near its out of sight.
as daylight begins to grow.

*super hugs, Cat

Hi, Stan,
What a beauty this is. I like the rhyme pattern, very different, but flows nice and smooth. I myself can imagine thinking of ghosts of bygone days (their numbers ever increasing) while hearing the barred owl hooting. The reference to "Sounds of Silence" is so serene. In the fourth stanza, last line, could you possibly have meant "glow"? I noticed you used "grow" in the previous stanza. Just a thought.
Thank you,
L