Ode To My Jungle

For the love of my city... The image is of my city's downtown area. If you squint really hard, you can see the building I was in when I wrote this. ^_^

 

Emerald glass shards mar the cracked asphalt river,

like forgotten leaves strewn across the surface of the Amazon.

These fumes I choke on were birthed on those far shores.

From their decline rise these tall, insidious, hollow, lifeless trees.

They cast their steel branches high in worship of their own sky gods

-- not to the clouds or the sun or the moon, but to the simple principle of height.

The jungle’s wildlife echoes around the girth of its trees:

the screeches and honks and rrrer of its birds,

the growls and mating calls of the 16-wheeled beasts,

and every so often the dark silence of a deep night is broken by blinking red eyes gone green

and the song of a roaming bass woofer.

 

This jungle grows its people strong,

grows its people hard

-- tough like the thickest oak.

They shoot their roots deep, these people,

keeping their native soil rich.

Some cling like the balmy air plants do,

taking their nourishment from a stronger being,

living as a symbiot or a parasite does in those other far lands.

 

This is my jungle.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

This jungle grows its people strong, grows its people hard-- tough like the thickest oak. They shoot their roots deep, these people, keeping their native soil rich

Very beautifully written. I am amazed by your writing! You very eloquently paint such a vivid picture that the reader at once can see everything you can see! Very visual. I like that. Great write. And Good Job!

[she makes me weird]

Great, descriptive piece. Your words created a picture as I read it. It made me feel powerful and maybe even invincible for whatever reason. Great piece

[La Belle Musical]

Excellent! This is the definition for good imagery and a unique perspective. I can see no wrong with this and am definitly in awe of it (which is very rare indeed).

"Emerald glass shards mar the cracked asphalt river,
like forgotten leaves strewn across the surface of the Amazon."

Definitly the best part of the whole poem, in my opinion.

Keep at it!