ubiquitous mists of cloud forest
layered in reflective lagoon’s
volcanic depths harboring ancient
crustaceans which rarely dare to
skim surface to kiss rhythmic raindrop
ripples while howler monkeys
groom their mates and sloths sleep
in green arms of upper canopy
farmers of nearby village
oblivious to jaguar’s hunger
herd a meager group of thin
cows past tin huts with leaky banana-
leaf thatched roofs, making mud of
dirt floors where chickens scratch
and little children play with pebbles
while mamas prepare tortillas
Ekphrastic poetry at dVerse poets’ pub featuring the late Fay Collins’ artwork…actual location is a matter of interpretation!
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 26, 2021 @ 07:00:56
I like the artistic value in this piece, Hails
Dec 26, 2021 @ 08:15:50
I appreciate your comment…thank you.
Dec 26, 2021 @ 08:30:33
Cheers!
Nov 27, 2021 @ 06:56:00
Life by a thread, and yet life continues in spite of the fragility, I like how the poem speaks to dogged deterrminism.
Nov 27, 2021 @ 10:51:09
A matter of survival…
Nov 24, 2021 @ 21:09:08
Pointalism
Nov 24, 2021 @ 22:14:18
The painting? the haibun? Please explain your point…
Nov 24, 2021 @ 14:33:24
The contrast between the jungle and the meager life of a farmer is well painted.