NaPoWriMo 5: Tennessee Faces
by krstaten
In Tennesee, there is a mountain cliff
shaped like a face; its nose protruding
proud, its eyes a stretched and sunken
canvas seeing everything and nothing
(which are mostly the same thing).
A mouth consternated and pouting, knowing
it could only ever taste Earth. It squints
(without eyelids) against the wind
that buffets its features
without inciting change,
decade after decade.
All it see is trees, each tall
and proud and green in the summer,
all together a chorus of sameness,
all together a vision.
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Because NaPoWriMo.net loves the same poets I love, apparently, after a prompt earlier being based on Kay Ryan, this time the prompt is based on Mary Oliver: Specifically to write about something interesting in nature. I decided today to draw from my hiking in Tennessee.
My first poem recommendation: “The Black Snake” by Mary Oliver.“The Black Snake” by Mary Oliver. The first poem of hers I ever read, years ago.
My recommendation of a fellow NaPoWriMo participant: “Hey Squirrels!” at Ordinary Average Thoughts“Hey Squirrels!” at Ordinary Average Thoughts
Katie Staten 
Nice work. we had one of those rockfaces up here in New Hampshire, too. It was really famous, big tourist attraction, could be seen for miles from the roads below, etc. etc. etc. Then, one day he was gone. Rockfall. Everyone was bummed, especially those in State Government’s Tourism Bureau.
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Oh wow, that would be sad to see. Especially, I imagine, for anyone able to benefit from or see the benefits of the tourism it brought in.
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A biography of a face. I really like this poem . It all seems lonely to be a cliff face, but at least it sees farther than anything else.
https://goo.gl/J7CUiA
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It does seem a bit lonely, but maybe full of insights, too. Thanks for reading/commenting. =)
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