the
locals
disregard
the jungle’s fame
its jaded glory
a magnet for tourists
traipsing about haughtily
clutching cheap trinkets like relics
calendar landmarks a pilgrimage
as if entitled to sacred places
on another island, not as famous
where serenity has dominance
and visitors seek permission
to enter the hallowed vales
jungle citizens thrive
lovingly admire
its jaded glory
green empire
rules all
life
This poem was inspired by Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly prompt: jaded glory. She chose an image by Alan Frijns from Pixabay as part of the prompt.
This poetic form is the double etheree. The etheree is very similar to the nonet, except it has an extra line, giving it a syllable count of 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.
Love this Nicole! Brilliant writing!
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Thanks, Carol 😊
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Sounds like quite tricky poetry to get right, but you’ve nailed it! 🙂
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I started writing this poem last night, but got stumped on how to continue it. Today when I returned to it, I finally figured out the lines that pulled it all together.
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That is a -perfect- contrast that you set up between your two verses, Nicole! Love this.
~David
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Thanks, David! 😊
I originally trying to decide if I wanted to use ‘jade’ as a colour or as an emotion, then thought, “Hey… can I do both?”
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I remember going on a long hike up a mountain… and remembering the line; “Leave only footprints (with the added thought of – don’t take anything either.) Which reminded me of a story about one of the Islands… that if you took home something which you shouldn’t…it would be bad luck.
I read of a peoples (I’m sure there are many though) that when they get up in the morning the first thing they do is ‘give thanks’ more than less asking the day for blessings to proceed.
Very nice poetry. 🙂 Thank you.
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Thanks, Jules. 🙂
I do my utmost to abide by the ‘leave only footprints’ rule.
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One time I took a long walk with a couple of trash bags and wore a plastic glove – just picking up litter. By one rural mailbox was a load of cigarette butts. I’m guessing that person wasn’t allowed to smoke in the house? Those butts aren’t good for small animals that may think they are food. Said that that person couldn’t have put a little metal can by the mail box and when it filled… put it in the trash. 😦
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The amount of times I’ve seen litter that is less than ten feet away from a public trash can…
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Some folks just have limited brain cells… *sigh*
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A beautiful take Nichole
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Thanks, Sadje 😊
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You’re welcome 😉
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I love the contrasts between your verses, Nicole. Many don’t have respect for nature’s beauty and think of only themselves and how they can benefit from it. Beautifully penned.
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Thanks, Eugi 😊
Indeed, too many don’t.
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You’re welcome, Nicole.
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I love the jungle perspectives…I wish more people would live like the second verse! Beautifully written! 💞💞💞
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Thanks, Dawn 😊
If only…
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Beautifully written. Brilliant take.
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Thanks, Indira 😊
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