Neopoet Random Challenge # 8

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Life at the Peaks

You’ve seen me in the valley
On the edge of a fell
A black hanging rock
My face is rough and bleak
My hair is wild heather
My jawline is sharp and rugged
If you stand on my head and look down
It’s a thousand feet drop to the bottom
Grass grows on my chin
The wind has pounded my body over many years
The rain has pelted me very hard
The weather shows me no mercy
Still I sit here petrified
Silent as a stone
Like a survivor

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Nottinghamshire England, GBR

Comments

Sen99

3 years 8 months ago

Feedback

Thanks Mark for reading and your comment

Simon

3 years 8 months ago

A good imagery

You portrayed there, using yourself as an object not everyone can do that, nice work.

I'd rather learn how to fish than to beg for one.

Sen99

3 years 8 months ago

thanks Simon

nice comment

Geezer

3 years 8 months ago

Stoic...

I'm guessing that the portrayal of yourself as a rock, is because you long for that hardness, the sharp and jagged profile is what you want people to see. Unchanging and impervious to the weather of life. Nice images. ~ Geezer.
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Sen99

3 years 8 months ago

Hello Geezer

went hill walking this year, hanging rock, the landscape must have found its way into my mind and poem yes a personification