Pursuit From Under Comments

'And on August week ends the cold of a personal ice age Comes up through my bare feet Which are trying to walk like a boy's again So that nothing on earth can have changed On the ground where I was raised.' The second stanza sets up the title of the poem, the solid ground beneath bare feet, the solid permanence goes well with the later Arctic explorers hunted from below by killer whales, diving deep then swimming with power speed, smashing up to break ice to hunt relentless prey on the ice floes; again a contrast to the slow cruel impersonal death by starvation in the tents by the explorers starving to death, knowing they are dying of starvation, with nothing to eat, starked by another relentless killer death by starvation. A wonderful haunting contrast between the familiar friendly place born and the cold sharp bitter cruel place of death.

My word but this is a great poem. By the end of the first lines the reader knows he is in the presence of a great write.10

This is wonderful poem, Thanks for sharing.

Heartiest Congrats on the modern poem of the Day.

Nature's adverse conditions and human life so interesting poem.

life's adventures never end and danger she comes in many forms.

He will follow you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Structure! From under. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Nice++++++++ thanks for sharing+++++++++