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Reversion To the Mean
That old man sitting in the park
has lost his wife. Each day he’s here,
sitting with pigeons at his feet,
motionless as marble
carved into an abstract of heartache.
He sits and watches colored leaves swirl.
An ordinary life, his skin, tree bark,
another oak with liver spots.
He’s reverted well past the mean
that people do to each other.
Life has stolen his joy —
his Lilly — all that’s left for him
is to wait, and watch the leaves
change colors.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's central conceit — reading a single figure against the statistical idea of a mean — gives the title real work to do, and the play on "reversion to the mean" pays off in the line "He's reverted well past the mean," where the mathematical phrase turns tender and specific. That double meaning is the poem's strongest move.
The image of the man as "marble carved into an abstract of heartache" is the most striking in the piece. It fixes his stillness and grief in a single object, and the word "abstract" quietly nods back to the analytical framing of the title. The seasonal imagery of swirling colored leaves supports the theme of change and loss without overstating it.
Where the poem is doing less than it could is in the tree comparison. "His faded skin is tree bark, an oak tree with liver spots" moves from a clean, concrete metaphor (skin as bark) to something more diffuse (the whole man as an oak tree), and "liver spots" pulls the image back toward the literal in a way that competes with the figurative oak. Choosing one register — either the man as tree, or the skin as bark — would let the comparison land more cleanly.
The line "the mean / that people do to each other" is doing important thematic lifting, but the phrasing strains. The shift of "mean" from noun to something closer to an adjective happens fast, and "the mean that people do" reads as slightly ungrammatical rather than as deliberate wordplay. Reworking this so the pivot between the two senses of "mean" is more controlled would strengthen the poem's core idea.
One small consistency note: "Lilly" as the wife's name would conventionally be spelled "Lily" if the flower echo is intended, and the stray backslash before "with pigeons" appears to be a typo worth clearing. The opening question, "What does average mean in a life?", frames the poem well, though the ending returns to the leaves without circling back to answer or complicate that question — a closing gesture that reconnected to the opening inquiry could give the poem a fuller sense of arrival.
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