- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Chichen Itza
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Click hereThe Sun's eyes pierce the jungle.
Its hands are sensuous, deceitful,
cupping the Yucatan's untamed green.
Bushes unfurl tuberous leaves,
dense webs of fern bake, stretch
drooping languid fingers.
One iguana conquers Chac-Mool,
draped across the stone bowl,
barely moving, drunk with heat.
Its recticular lid ticks.
A whisper is pressed from lips
to ancient limestone, sacrificing
secrets, echoing on ball court walls.
Mystery is a cool cenote, thick,
littered with bones and death,
passing the quiet forever of time.
- COMMENTS
theognisabout 11 years agoOne little thing, Angeline. I think you meant reticular. I almost hate to bring it up, but the poem is so close to being perfect.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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twelveooneover 19 years agoif I was to tell you the part I liked best, it would be the whole thing, nothing (except the music) is missing here. This has to be the one of the most interesting things I've ever read. Oh, the part about the music, half of it is already there.
"drooping languid fingers."
"Its recticular lid ticks"
"echoing on ball court walls"
Ok, maybe you forgot the parrots...
I'm tempted (but I won't) to go vote for this three or four times, because one one hundred is not high enough.
tungtied2uover 19 years agofrom a travelogue....but written by a poet...I'd like to see it expanded on....by the way Ange- recticular- not in my Oxford concise- do I have a cheap dictionary or is you wordsmithing?
*no thermometer
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoi was just reading about cenotes / in 'national geographic' i think / but what makes me comment here is the control the poet displays / my eyes were locked and wide from start to finish /
flyguy69over 19 years agoI can feel the chest-pressing heat of the rainforest floor, with sunbeams dropping through the canopy like naplam strikes.
Now I need ANOTHER shower!
Great work, Angeline
Tathagataover 19 years agothis is music to me.
I didn't so much see it...as hear it.
I'm going to have to make you a cd soon
I can feel it
: )
This is word crafting
perfect
simple
short
and packed with so much sensory overload it is as lush and rich and the jungle you describe
Wonderful work as always
Thank you
Anonymousover 19 years agoThis took me right back to the Yucatan!!!! I could feel the steamy heat, hear the insects and birds, and see the fringes of jungle and blocks of worn stone. Fantastic poem!
I especially like your word choices for the plants--really conveys a sense of heat and moisture. And something as simple as an iguana moving its lid... such subtlety, and yet it conveys a strong sense of place.
