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Mountain Speaks

A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain 18 June 24 -------- Comes the morning fog sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp damp. Above, waterfalls tumble with litter, splinters of broken glass flushing ashed moisture 'round lakes: how truant seasons' passages rip this my velvety robe... I recoil to whisper Am I growing older than I should? Along my tired arms, maples which once stood guard now unbutton pistil and stamen of flowers, pillaged by unwanted ravens. Sunray breaks... these dim eyes watch how moss of layered mist covers my earthen soil wasted along paths of disheveled rocks. Under my keep, wrestling with predators bear wounds, scars this body tries to heal. My voice trembles to speak, Men-holes, do you come from a heritage of thieves, of beasts? No one answers : like so, I trace my own life-stretch , reflecting on the snuff of earth's glory. Down my mottled chest, I fondle the awakening of infant grass --all plump and fertile -- A promise within the cavity of time...that an intercepted light of next interlude could rise, where man and my nature- self greet, not until not until...

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Date: 7/21/2024 3:14:00 AM
You not only make a beautiful mountain, you speak mountain talk too, what a poet ! Congrats on your 2nd place win Nette, love it
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Date: 7/21/2024 12:42:00 AM
Congrats on your win Nette, and the description is so very good! We wrote similar themes! loved your style!:)
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Date: 7/20/2024 8:45:00 PM
Congrats Nette on finishing 2nd place out of 35 entries! I love your stream of consciousness 1rst person narrative as a mountain. Unique, humorous, and thoroughly entertaining! Well done!
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Date: 6/19/2024 7:00:00 PM
You're better than ever Nette, you don't waste words - you incite thoughts that the reader can ponder and own...
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Date: 6/19/2024 2:40:00 PM
Hey Nette, your poem is a poignant reflection on the relationship between humanity and the natural world, exploring themes of environmental degradation, resilience, and hope for the future
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Date: 6/19/2024 12:52:00 PM
You have a very unique and refreshing way of weaving words and painting imagery. I really love the opening as well as your last line along with the creatively phrased lines that flow in a very soulful manner. Pleasure reading this. Best wishes for the contest
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Date: 6/19/2024 5:43:00 AM
How I adore a great first line, and you deliver, Nette. … Above, waterfalls tumble with litters, splinters of broken glass flushing… Down my mottled chest, I fondle the awakening of infant grass --all plump and fertile…and so much more! A fave for me! ~ Kim
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Date: 6/18/2024 7:20:00 PM
yes, dear poet, we ravage the earth without remorse and for no other reason than greed, as we continue to steal her beauty until she turns her anger on us...good luck in the contest
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