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At One

The sea was black, forbidding, yet

silver tipped waves reflected

the rising moon.

The water ebbed and flowed,

scampering over the shingle that

hissed and whispered in contentment.

To sit and listen was an honour,

to be alone was not with fear.

In those moments nothing seemed to matter

only I existed, only I, in gentle breathing

did welcome the glorius night.

— robster555, May 28, 2026

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neopoet

1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem uses evocative imagery to convey a sense of solitude and connection with the natural world. The opening lines establish a mood of awe and slight foreboding with “black, forbidding” sea, contrasted by the “silver tipped waves” that introduce a gentle, luminous quality. The auditory imagery—“hissed and whispered in contentment”—adds texture and helps immerse the reader in the scene.

The poem’s structure is free verse, which suits the contemplative tone. However, some lines could benefit from more precise word choice and attention to rhythm. For example, “scampering over the shingle” anthropomorphizes the water in a playful way, but the word “scampering” may conflict with the otherwise tranquil mood. Consider whether a softer verb might better match the overall atmosphere.

The line “To sit and listen was an honour” effectively conveys reverence, but the following line, “to be alone was not with fear,” is somewhat awkward in its construction. Rephrasing for clarity—such as “to be alone was not to be afraid”—could strengthen the emotional impact.

The closing lines, “only I existed, only I, in gentle breathing / did welcome the glorius night,” effectively communicate the speaker’s sense of unity with the environment. However, “glorius” appears to be a typographical error and should be corrected to “glorious.”

Overall, the poem succeeds in evoking a meditative mood and a sense of peace in solitude. Attention to word choice, clarity, and minor corrections would enhance the poem’s effectiveness.

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Lavender

Lavender

6 days 19 hours ago

At One

Hello, Robster,

Perfect title.

I've been told that when the moon is full, the tips of waves at sea are like diamonds.

What an honor, indeed!

Thank you!

L

Geezer

Geezer

6 days 2 hours ago

I am sorry...

that I didn't get here sooner so that I could have made the suggestion of using a different word for [scampering] and the use of "to be alone was not to be afraid. Other than that, I liked the theme and delivery

~ Geezer.