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

The poem "For Love Of A Fellow Traveler" presents a vivid exploration of grief and loss. It uses a variety of metaphors and similes to express the speaker's emotional state, which adds depth to the poem's overall narrative.

One observation is the use of the metaphor of grief as a toxic flow, which effectively conveys the overwhelming and damaging nature of the emotion. However, the metaphor of sorrow as tall weeds in the garden of well-being could be further developed to create a more cohesive image. For instance, the system suggests considering what the weeds are doing to the garden, how they affect the other plants, or how they change the landscape.

The poem also raises an interesting question about the nature of grief, whether it is for the lost one or for the self. This introspection adds a layer of complexity to the poem and could be expanded upon to give the reader further insight into the speaker's internal struggle.

The ending of the poem is impactful, stating that everything in the speaker's world has changed. However, the system suggests showing this change rather than telling it. For instance, the speaker could describe how their daily life or their perception of the world has been altered by the loss.

Lastly, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm or meter to enhance its musicality and flow. This could be achieved by revising the line lengths or syllable counts to create a more uniform structure.

In conclusion, the poem effectively explores the theme of grief and loss, and with a few adjustments, it could further enhance its emotional impact and narrative depth.

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Hello, Cat,
Grief can be overbearing and shocking. Your poem describes the loss very well. Your final stanza is especially poignant, My condolences to you and yours.
Lx

The overwhelming feel of grief that never seems to leave, even when we know our dearly departed is all right. Lost a childhood friend last week and my heart is just broken. First boy to tell me he loved me and gave me a gift for my ninth birthday. I still have it. I didn't want to be his girlfriend then cuz boys were gross but being friends were ok. Your poem summed up all those difficult feelings and the loss felt. Well done.

First, I would like to say that this poem brings to mind thoughts of one that I lost, as well. The years have muted the feelings, but they never really go away. Your poem covers the gamut of feelings after such a loss. Well done!

Secondly, I would like to disagree with A.I.: The discordant rhythm of the poem is appropriate for this subject. Once again, A.I. misses what is obvious to us, the breathing population of Neopoet.

Loss is always shocking and full of trauma. I especially liked this stanza:
Sorrow rises
in my throat
like tall weeds,
reaching for the sun,
taking over my garden
of well being.

Loss is always shocking and full of trauma. I especially liked this stanza:
Sorrow rises
in my throat
like tall weeds,
reaching for the sun,
taking over my garden
of well being.

Grief is hard and unfortunately you are right things are not the same. There will be tears cried when the casket closes and a space closed like an unopened attic. I pray that whatever healing looks like for you, shows up, and you and love ones find peace.