A Taste of The Valley that Calls


Walking through the forest's narrowest paths,
Sighting the world's most famous Amazon
An umbrella of trees, cascading leaves,
Surging for millions of kilometres.
Distances longer than I can fathom
The jungles, the most resplendent beauty.

Dangerous jungles, the most wild beauty,
Frightened to be led astray of the paths,
The heat much hotter than one would fathom.
Half the world's rainforests, the Amazon,
Trees that are cut down for kilometres,
Endangered for want of wood and its leaves.

As industry is in want of its leaves,
Leaving the world stripped down of its beauty,
In awe of the scenes for kilometres,
As I make my way through insurgent paths.
A world wide website too named Amazon,
Industry higher than we can fathom.

This world of jungle, you could not fathom,
Immense numbers of magnificent leaves,
Its branches extend wide in Amazon,
Widely surging with excessive beauty,
And so do the clipped angles of its paths,
That can be enjoyed for kilometres.

Websites have no lengthy kilometres,
When producing more books than you fathom,
Glorious fantasies of wildest paths,
Fine trees are cut down to produce the leaves
Of the books you read.  Letters of beauty,
Places orders of books on Amazon.

Thus readers who've never seen Amazon,
Cannot imagine those kilometres
Of clear, fresh, promising lands of beauty.
Those who know the website could not fathom
That Amazon's being cut down for its leaves,
For your books, you can read about its paths.

But you'll never know the Amazon's paths
Or see its kilometres of tree leaves,
Its endangered beauty, you can't fathom.

The Rainbows

Straight through the valley a river surges
At the end of that there are waterfalls
Over rocks the crashing water purges
You will see a sight for a rainbow calls.
Gorgeous colour streams of differing rays
Reds, blues, yellows, pinks, purples, silvers, greens,
Orange, browns, gold, see-through clears, whites and greys,
One of the globes most remarkable scenes,
As gracefully all these colours do blend
Over the violently crashing currents
There where it crashes, the waters doth end
Sailing in flows and streams of wild torrents.
You can envision some unicorns there
With no blend of these rays, it would seem bare.

The Fisherman

The fisherman patiently holds a rod,
Within the valley's lake, he'll catch a trout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.

With no catch for hours, he's about to nod,
Any time now...  Is there no fish about?
The fisherman patiently holds a rod.

He waits for it a long time period,
Any moment, he's sure his reel will shout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.

He desires but one fish, he calls to God,
He can't catch any, he feels like a lout.
The fisherman patiently holds a rod.

Soon he's caught one, it's a fresh-water cod,
It tries to rig away, with its mouth pout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.

Today's fisherman has quite poor method,
The struggling fish wriggles clean back out.
The fisherman patiently holds a rod,
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.

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Adam Aldrich:  I enjoyed reading 'Amazon' and was really entertained by it, Deniz. In particular, I enjoyed the parallels that you made between the forest and the online website, illustrating how one was threatening the existence of the other for the sake of books and the readers who enjoy them. I particularly enjoy poems which are free flowing and breezy, yet profound and intrinsic in what they convey, which is exactly what 'Amazon' does.
Although it's true that the 'Amazon' website has threatened the existence of the 'Amazon' forest, and still does to an extent, perhaps their continued exploration of electronic media will one day substitute the need for tradional (paper) books, thereby returning the favor back to the rainforest in the process.
I also liked how your poem conveyed the imagery of the 'Amazon' forest itself, particularly in the manner in which you illustrated its massive size, as well as the extroardinary size of the 'Amazon' website and the breathtaking amount of content that it hosts.
Great job!

Someone: That was lovely. At first, in the second stanza, the repetition of 'fathom' started to upset me, but then I caught onto your pattern
(though I forget the name of such a poem) and was in awe and it continued.  My favorite lines had to have been the ones that, and I paraphrase, "The Amazon is cut down/ for your books, to read of its plants". Glorious.  Wonderful job!

Barbara Wiegers:  I really enjoyed this! Especially Amazon is great! I really do not like what we are doing to the Earth and Mother Nature in general, and this described everything perfectly.

Chessi Maria:  Amazon' is a great poem! I've always wondered about the website's name; glad to see I'm not alone. The part about the forest being cut down to make books was sad. Good work!

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