Sounds of the Jungle

The loud chatter of

Thousands of birds

Gradually quiets down

As they roost for the night.

 

It feels like silence,

Though it’s not.

So many sounds

In the night.

As I listen

I start to discern

The night sounds of nature,

The music of the jungle.

 

The wind in the trees,

And leaves rustling,

Rodents scuffling,

Mosquitoes buzzing,

Crickets whistling,

And beetles hissing,

Tree frogs croaking,

And owls hooting,

The bats whining,

All night creatures stirring.

A symphony unlike another.

Sounds of nature in the jungle.

 

This music of nature

Lulls me to sleep.

Safe from mosquitoes

And hissing beetles,

In the cocoon of a net.

 

I dream a colorful dream

Of all shades of green,

Patches of bright reds,

Yellows, blues and violets.

 

Suddenly without warning

A new sound pierces the night.

I dream of a jaguar’s

Bright green eyes

Staring at me

Through the night.

 

Startled, I sit up

And listen to the rumbling roar.

It is no jaguar, I know.

The howler monkey family

Is all in an uproar.

 

They are bellowing and growling

The alpha-male loudly barking

Some get-away-from-us orders

To the unwelcomed intruders.

 

Flashlights in the night.

People in the camp

Took a midnight stroll

Under the howlers’ home.

 

Hooting and roaring,

The monkeys are howling,

“How dare you wake us up?”

They seem to be yelling.

But soon the mother’s

Soothing hoot,

Answers her baby’s wail.

The family now quiets down.

False alarm, no danger.

Just a few silly humans

Walking through the jungle.

 

Slowly they settle back to sleep,

All seems quiet once again.

While I listen and discern

The night sounds of nature,

The music of the jungle.

 

The wind in the trees,

And leaves rustling,

Rodents scuffling,

Mosquitoes buzzing,

Crickets whistling,

And beetles hissing,

Tree frogs croaking,

And owls hooting,

The bats whining,

All night creatures stirring.

A symphony like no other.

Sounds of nature in the jungle.

 

The music changes,

The symphony more lively,

As the cheerful chatter of

Thousands of birds

Signal the dawn

Of a new day.

 

This new bouncy symphony

Gradually wakes me up

When the morning sun’s

First rays caress

The little Mayan hut.

 


 

 

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Emese Fromm

I love words, in a few different languages.I am a writer. Translator as well.
I grew up in Transylvania.I spoke Hungarian at home, Romanian in school.I wanted to be a writer.But writers didn't really exist in the Socialist Republic of Romania. Every word was censored, so no one could really write.I studied math and computer programming instead.
I live in Phoenix, Arizona.I love the Sonoran Desert.I travel.I write.
I work as a translator. Sometimes.
I am a mother.My kids are growing up, way too fast.I miss them being little.But now I have time for me, for my writing.I am finally becoming a writer.(I think).
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Emese Fromm

I love words, in a few different languages. I am a writer. Translator as well. I grew up in Transylvania. I spoke Hungarian at home, Romanian in school. I wanted to be a writer. But writers didn't really exist in the Socialist Republic of Romania. Every word was censored, so no one could really write. I studied math and computer programming instead. I live in Phoenix, Arizona. I love the Sonoran Desert. I travel. I write. I work as a translator. Sometimes. I am a mother. My kids are growing up, way too fast. I miss them being little. But now I have time for me, for my writing. I am finally becoming a writer. (I think).

10 thoughts on “Sounds of the Jungle

    • April 11, 2017 at 5:44 PM
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      Thank you so much, Phyllis. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I don’t usually write poetry, in fact it is the first time I ever wrote a poem in English, this means a lot to me.

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  • April 11, 2017 at 8:45 PM
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    Such vivid imagery Emese, and the jungle’s cacophony nature’s symphony. Jungles and rain-forests embrace more species in one place than any other area on earth. It’s like a cauldron for birth and life. Lovely work my friend.

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  • April 14, 2017 at 5:15 AM
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    I enjoyed reading this wonderfully descriptive verse, Emese. I could imagine myself sleeping in your jungle. Well done.

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  • August 8, 2017 at 11:35 AM
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    Emese,

    I love this poem you have written! You have described the “Sounds of the Jungle” so vividly, that I felt as if I was right there in the jungle, too! You express yourself so beautifully.

    “I dream a colorful dream…..” is my favorite part in your expression of all the rich colors.

    Loved this poem!

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    • August 8, 2017 at 11:45 AM
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      Hi, Tamara,
      Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I am flattered by your words. I am so glad you even have a favorite expression… I believe it is one of mine, too. Glad you stopped by.

      Reply

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