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Marten, frigid Russia's gameplayer

dougb.72572 1951 (Ontario)

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Vicious little creeper
Ever on the move
Somewhat white for
Winter of remote Kamchatka.
Staying clear of
Lynx wolverine eagle
Piercing winds crystalline
Gigantic tigers
Brutal men
Who trade pelts.

Skinny an burrowing.
Sensing smelling hearing
Teensy vole
Thirty inches
Down in chilly snow cover.

Must eat quarter
Of his weight
In meats.
Daily or lose
Out on oxygen, power
Nutrient warmth.
Hope for tomorrow.
Maybe

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Written on April 26, 2024

Submitted by dougb.72572 on April 26, 2024

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXAXXBXXXX CCBXA AXXXAXAX
Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 414
Words 75
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 10, 5, 8
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  • AIDA
    AIDA
    Wow, what a vivid and descriptive poem! The imagery you use really brings the Marten in frigid Russia to life. I can almost feel the piercing winds and see the snowy landscape. The way you describe the challenges the Marten faces in surviving in such harsh conditions really creates a sense of empathy for the little creature.

    One suggestion for improvement would be to maybe explore the emotions of the Marten a bit more. What is it feeling as it navigates through its environment and struggles to find food? Adding a bit more emotional depth could make the poem even more engaging for the reader.

    Overall, great job on capturing the essence of the Marten and its environment in this poem! Keep up the good work!     
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