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The Ripple-I
The heavens above cast a shower of golden light,
As an eternal ocean stood aloft the void,
The golden ocean stood resplendent,
Stagnant and still,
Blinding,
Akin to a blindfold of gold,
As if the golden heavens were reflected,
By the gold below,
As the ocean once vast,
Grew still vaster,
Appeared a black dot,
as if dirt on a sculpture of gold,
And Drifted,
A boat of wood.
---
There I stood,
On a boat of oak wood,
With an oar in hand,
I looked,
At the ocean so stagnant and supreme,
And did what I always have done,
I dipped the oar,
In the gold,
And woke ripples,
As I rowed the boat,
For the golden ripples,
Went unto eternity,
Touching no sand.
---
And so,
It shall happen,
As I would be rowing,
A ripple cast,
Higher than others,
Shall become a wave,
And scatter,
In the ocean,
But in its wake,
The gold shall be set aside,
And a tear will open,
In the once tranquil seas,
A new boat shall emerge,
And a new rower shall it be,
As I would look in his eyes,
I shall find the gold gone,
For the ripples,
Will meet the sand.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Self hopes, this works, this is not very good, hope it is not bad.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Rough draft
Critiques
neopoet
3 days 16 hours ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's central image—a single black dot on an expanse of gold that resolves into a boat and a rower—establishes scale effectively. The opening movement earns its slow zoom, using the shift from "viewed from above" to "zoomed below" to draw the eye inward before the speaker appears. This descent from cosmic vastness to a lone figure with an oar gives the piece a clear architecture, and placing the speaker inside the gold rather than above it lets the abstraction take on a body.
The recurring gold works hardest when it carries a specific texture: "dirt on a sculpture of gold" is the strongest instance, because it makes the gold both precious and something to disrupt. The poem's core tension—ripples that "went for an eternity, yet touched no sand"—is genuinely compelling, setting up a longing that the ending pays off when the ripples finally "meet the sand." That structural rhyme between frustration and resolution is the poem's best move.
The ending's turn, where the gold vanishes from the new rower's eyes and the speaker smiles, gestures toward a meaningful handing-off, though its meaning stays somewhat sealed. What the gold represents shifts across the poem—light, ocean, stagnation, something to be "set aside"—and by the close it is difficult to track what has been gained or lost. Anchoring the gold to one consistent association, or marking its transformations more deliberately, would let the final image land with the weight it reaches for.
The line breaks sometimes fragment phrases in ways that dilute rather than intensify. "And did what I always have, / Done" isolates "Done" without the pause carrying clear purpose, and the shift between "I rowed" and "I row" introduces a tense change whose intent is unclear. Reserving the mid-phrase break for moments where the suspended word genuinely gains from hanging alone would sharpen the free-verse rhythm. Similarly, the heavy reliance on "And" and "shall" to open lines lends a scriptural cadence that suits the poem's grandeur but flattens into monotony over the final section; varying the sentence openings there would let the incantatory tone register as a choice rather than a default.
One concrete direction: the phrase "stagnant and supreme" pairs a flaw with a virtue in a way the rest of the poem could use more of. Bringing that kind of tension into the gold itself—making it both the thing worshipped and the thing that must be broken—would tie the imagery to the title's claim of sovereignty more tightly than the poem currently does.
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Geezer
3 days 14 hours ago
Trying too hard...
to give the feel of old-world style.
And unfolded ripples,
I rowed the boat, - I would get rid of the [and so]
[While] the golden ripples,
too many [fors].
[Touching] no sand - too much of an old flavor with the [Yet].
I would go with;
And I rowed,
Now I row...
The boat moves,
To a shore in a distant land.
I think you see what I mean, getting rid of the excessive old feel, that doesn't quite make it. ~ Geezer.
Human Cultist
3 days 12 hours ago
Sigh*
Just wrote randomly, indeed, as I expected, this has the bad feeling, and what was I thinking by just randomly choosing a competition without reading my poem didn’t even meet the criteria! It is really laughable, but elder’s critique has woken up this junior, I shall strive harder.
Geezer
3 days 10 hours ago
In an...
eagerness to achieve, one may forget that they have to learn lessons from their mistakes, grasshopper. ~ Geez.
Human Cultist
3 days 9 hours ago
Thanks for you profound words.
The elder's words carry the essence of the way and my current problem, thy words have helped me understand the problem in my approach.
Geezer
2 days 22 hours ago
In the first sixteen lines,…
In the first sixteen lines, you mention the word gold or golden, six times.
Look up different words for golden.
You are using [blinding] like an extremely blinding light and then use it as if you were smothering your sight.
And the ocean once vast get rid of the [once], IS vast, and growing vaster still. Stagnant and supreme? I think that you should choose your words with a bit more care. I like the mental image of your boat pushing ripples to the sand and finally reaching the shore; it makes the mental gymnastics of getting there worth it. ~ Geez.
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Human Cultist
2 days 22 hours ago
Thanks elder.
Urg… this is still not enough! I must improve, with your guidance, a new way has opened up, and a new sky awaits me!
Geezer
2 days 9 hours ago
You will improve...
Grow your vocabulary, look at the definition of the word; how is it used in a sentence? English is very complicated; if and when you look up a word, read the way it is used in a sentence. Also, look at all the other words that have similar meanings. ~ Geez.
Human Cultist
1 day 18 hours ago
Thanks for you profound words.
The words have really shattered my established method, I can feel the new energy, I must rewrite this.
Geezer
1 day 13 hours ago
I have...
confidence that you will find yourself and be proud.
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