Celso G. Tertins
Celso G. Tertins
Jul 26, 2023
This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoem Of The Week July 24 To July 29th 2023

grim

cooled air meets
inflamed sinus,
breaks out in a spar.

a lone traffic light
beyond its prime
thinks of me somewhere.

inert acquaintances
sits untouched
in the dial list.

overcast morning
a devil storm in the Asiatic ocean
gathers solid right punch
some say it keeps us
permanently half-buried.

rainwater pierces vinyl,
leaking through gaps
in the submerged faux leather shoe.

communist ghost towns
toxic paint in happy colors
chips of concrete fall in silence
playground rust to nothing.

i lie a pool of spilled mercury
overflowing in the naked wood
longing for something
beyond my arm's reach.

About This Poem

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About the Author

Country/Region: Republic of the Philippines.

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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

The poem "grim" captures a sense of melancholy and desolation through its vivid imagery and introspective tone. The use of sensory details, such as the cooled air meeting inflamed sinus and rainwater piercing vinyl, adds depth to the poem's atmosphere. The juxtaposition of the lone traffic light thinking of the speaker somewhere and the inert acquaintances in the dial list creates a feeling of isolation and disconnect.

The references to the devil storm in the Asiatic ocean and communist ghost towns contribute to the overall theme of decay and despair. However, it would be helpful to provide more context or explanation for these references to enhance the reader's understanding.

The line "some say it keeps us permanently half-buried" is intriguing, but it could benefit from further development or clarification. What does it mean to be half-buried in this context? Expanding on this idea could strengthen the poem's message.

The final stanza, with the image of the speaker lying as a pool of spilled mercury overflowing

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Lavender

Hello, Celso,
It seems it's been a while since you've posted. Hello! Perfect title. The morning after the hurricane/typhoon hit, the in-between until the next possible storm. An overwhelming sadness, exhaustion and view of what's left. Very well written. Best regards to all.
Thank you,
L