A pile of stones in the garden.
Some large others small.
Piled against the wall.
I don’t know how long they have been there.
In winter they were covered in snow.
When spring comes thought they will have to go.
But now its spring.
Amongst the stones daffodils bloom.
Winters gloom is gone.
So, there they can stay.
Till another day.
I think they will still be there when snow comes again.
They are just a pile of stone I know.
But they are here to stay.
Till when, who knows.
Just a pile of stones.
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Neopoet AI
The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem "A Pile of Stones" captures the essence of a simple yet beautiful scene of stones piled up in a garden. The author's use of simple language and short lines creates a sense of clarity and sincerity in the poem. The imagery of the stones covered in snow in the winter and the daffodils blooming among them in the spring is vivid and evokes a sense of seasonal change and renewal.
However, the poem lacks a clear focus or message, and the ending feels abrupt and unsatisfying. The author seems to acknowledge the seemingly mundane nature of the pile of stones but fails to provide any deeper insight or meaning. A suggested line edit could be to add a final line that ties the poem together and gives it a sense of closure, such as "Yet in their stillness, these stones hold a story untold." This would add a layer of intrigue and depth to the poem, leaving the reader with a lasting impression.
Overall, "A Pile of Stones" is a pleasant and descriptive poem that would benefit from a clearer message and a more conclusive ending.
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