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Click herethe rock that stands in the ocean,
once a mountain king,
diminished now, a stone face
forced to submit to the whims of waves,
the rages of the sea.
piece by piece stripped away,
stone surrenders to an unyielding ocean
that never tires, never relents in the
task of wearing it down.
when mountain first felt waves
rising hard from behind,
when first it knew the sting of salt
that lingered on its back,
dread grew inside its belly,
the lessons of surrender had begun.
and as ocean beats its way to the shore,
a mountain’s memory washes away
and a stone in the ocean feels finally alive
in places that for so long were frozen, and
weeps its tears of awakening into the sea.
Lovely metaphors of first devastation then later acceptance.
Exquisite.
Poignant piece on loss and surrender
And the joy of seeing the rebirth of self.
I’ll have to take this poem as the musing of an observer at the powerful
sights of nature. The personification of the mountain did not quite work for me. I tried, but could not identify it as a statement about the changes in nature (at least in the way I am familiar with) or of human life.
Please see my feedback in the context of your other works. The progressive reviews point to where this reader (and others will differ or agree) feels that you really rock.