crater lagoon, nicaragua

one-midsummer-morning-at-rydal-web

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!

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pvcann
    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.

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  2. stedfast llc
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 21:09:08

    Pointalism

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 14:33:24

    The contrast between the jungle and the meager life of a farmer is well painted.

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  4. memadtwo
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 12:44:21

    I like the way you mingle mystery and mundane life. (K)

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  5. Jane Dougherty
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 09:32:14

    You make the green so treacherous!

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  6. sanaarizvi
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 08:30:00

    This is beautifully vivid! I especially love; “cows past tin huts with leaky banana-
    leaf thatched roofs.” 💝💝

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  7. SelmaMartin
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 05:35:19

    love this imagery. Wow, yes, I love it.

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  8. sarahsouthwest
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 02:31:03

    Wow, you really conjure a scene here. I like the contrast between the lushness of the jungle and the harshness of the village – and then we end with the mammas feeding. Lovely.

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  9. Ingrid
    Nov 24, 2021 @ 02:01:35

    I just love the scene you’ve conjured up here!

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  10. K.Hartless
    Nov 23, 2021 @ 21:26:26

    It’s so vivid. I’m longing to be right there in the green-armed embrace.

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  11. dorahak
    Nov 23, 2021 @ 20:03:26

    I love all the movement in the poem, Lynn, like a camera sweeping up from the lagoon and swinging round at the scenes beneath the forest canopy, full of lively activity, and contentment.
    Pax,
    Dora

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  12. rothpoetry
    Nov 23, 2021 @ 19:54:01

    A wonderful poem Lynn. You took me there! I felt just like I was in the jungle! Well done.

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  13. Ain Starlingsson, forestbathing hermit
    Nov 23, 2021 @ 18:48:30

    Nicely painted words.

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