This Poem was Submitted By: arvin r. reder On Date: 2005-12-05 01:34:32 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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CONTRASTING WAYS

The wide brush of summer, painting frosts early sting, Then a green belt over hills each coming spring, the snows of winter fading with a blindman's cane, touching the arctic beauty, across the tundra plain. The grazing caribou are ready to move in haste, my eyes searching for the hunter, preying for their taste, watching, standing, then stalking for one of the lame, A drifting predator wolf, in pursuit of its game. Fish kiss the rising waters causing ripples to wink, at the skies blue moral reflection and I think, How tranquil the sun remains never setting for a rest, while the call of wild geese, breaks the silence flying west. A shrill cry  causes the caribou to stampede, their legs swiftly bounding, matching the hunters speed, the young panic from the danger some have never seen, the herd pays it's tariff from it's weak and it's lean. A loon rises, while gentle southerly winds blow, over a wondrous stream, bandying in it's flow, I record it as my eyes glance to the moving hill, where waters swell over, forming a mist from it's chill. Concluding I wondered, was this for all to see, stumbling across the tundra or was it only me, viewing a peril journey, with beauty and appeal,  and lonely tamarisks listening to what I feel.

Copyright © December 2005 arvin r. reder


This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-12-31 18:58:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71875
A wonderful story of our Canadian North. Rhyme is fairly good. Could use a little tightening up here and there.Fish kiss the rising waters...an original line. Good one Arvin.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2005-12-30 23:33:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.93939
Arvin, You have painted the picture, the canvas bursting with images that few ever get to see. Shoot, I'm at a loss for words which is odd for me. I'm in total ah from the images that are still dancing and racing across my mind and I find my fingers itching to retrieve a canvas from the corner and break out the oils so I can try to capture the views your words have given me. My husband and I had planned a trip to Alaska but now his health is not going to let it happen, I guess this is the closet I'm going to get and you've given this reader an awesome gift. This was an easy read, the only thing I found wanting it your offering is; I wanted more when I came to the end. Kudos friend. Warmest, Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2005-12-24 15:49:48
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Arvin, What a blessing to have the above view. You experienced serenety in nature. You felt the beauty and love and expressed your joyful experience in this writing and shared it with us! This reminds me of the book/movie Never Cry Wolf![the caribou] How tranquil the sun remains never setting for a rest, while the call of wild geese, breaks the silence flying west. while the call of flying west wild geese breaks the silence....[still rhymes] enjoyable...... Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2005-12-12 14:52:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Arvin, You have written a poem about nature which always captures my heart, as it is my favorite suject to write about. There are so many wonders in nature and you have painted images with your pen that are striking and beautiful. You are the only other person, beside myself, that uses the word 'tundra' and it works well in this piece. The stark reality of the hunters and their prey is a part of nature that most people find distasteful, but it is all part the greater plan, and in its own way is also beautiful. My husband loved to hunt and even though I had never done it before we were married I always went with him. I could never shoot an animal and he knew that but always wanted me with him anyway. He is gone now but I often remember how he taught our children the wonders of the wild and how to survive there. I liked this poem from beginning to end and can find nothing in that should be changed. Best...Marilyn
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2005-12-07 15:03:40
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Like this poem very much enjoyed the rhyme and meter presented. My favorite parts include: The grazing caribou are ready to move in haste, my eyes searching for the hunter, preying for their taste, watching, standing, then stalking for one of the lame, A drifting predator wolf, in pursuit of its game. My only suggestion and a minor one is the following: stumbling, across the tundra, or was it just for me, Just a thought. Thanks for sharing.
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