Sartor

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THE JUNGLE
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The gnarled trunk, the twisted limbs,
all veiled in tangled vines,
that curl around each knotty bough
in leafy serpentine.
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The roots like unsheathed tiger claws
sunk deep into their prey,
clutch at the breast of Mother Earth
and feed in the decay.
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Sunlight is slanting through the leaves,
thin bars of dappled gold,
to strike upon the jungle floor
among the twigs and mould.
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The rotting bark with sticks and leaves
carpet thickly the ground.
Organic food for all that grows
so new life may rebound.
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In every spring when songbirds sing
about the gnarled roots.
Can then be seen all fresh and green
the tender new growth shoots.
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Reborn, reborn, the jungle lives,
the cycle to repeat.
The jungle now, old growth forgives,
the cycle is complete.
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Sartor

nomadicrhymer

Wonderful and gripping imagery. I love the jungle and you have protrayed it so keenly that I can smell the damp, warm, earth rampant with fauna and flora and the old dominating and towering trees reigning for centuries.

"tiger claws
sunk deep into their prey,
clutch at the breast"

reminds me of a hungry baby who is hellbent on getting fed, despite rendering pain to the mother's breast!

Nomad

PaintedDiary

Dear Sartor,

The vividry was amazing!!! You place your audience with the jungle, in this piece. They say that an artist has achieved mastery when one can create a real atmosphere. You have done that, time, and time again. The concepts chosen were well thought out, the tiger claw, rotting bark, the decay, the trees, the roots, and etc. All symbolisms of rebirth, and regrowth. I love the power of the last stanza, as indeed it is a cycle. I am amazed at your acuminous skills as a writer. The structure, and content were well executed with plenty of painting for the mind. Thank you for sharing this, as it also goes into my favorites. Take Care.

{{~~**Painted**~~}}

zaac

this is actually some of the best stuff i've seen i quite awhile. It was as if one was right there 6 inches from what you described. well done.

zaac

Sartor

Nomadic..........I like your analogy. Having been in more then one jungle I wrote from my memories how I saw and remembered them.

Painted....I am pleased that you saw the jungle as it truly is. A mass of growing, rotting, reaching, dieing plant life that thrives on itself. Thanks for the note.

Zaac.........Thanks for the compliments..........and the remarks.