I normally don't visit this forum often, but I thought I'd share two poems I wrote while I was in Belize and Guatemala studying Mayan ruins and modern day Central America. the first one doesn't have a title yet.
The wrought iron fence divides
glistening mansion and thatched shack
in a third world,
a broken world.
Broken words and broken hearts
cached like broken pottery
in a forgotten world,
a stolen world.
Stolen land and stolen dreams
can not be recovered
regardless of apologies.
Bare skin on bare bones
bleached in Carribean sun
go to see the promises that lie
just beyond the mountains.
"Templo"
The dark, still, silent giant
keeps watch over sacred village.
Sharp edges cut through the thick humidity
like knives.
Canopy of green conceals within
delights of the jungle forest.
Howling, it opens up to us
as we begin our decent to the floor.
Birds laught as muscles burn,
scream for relief.
We walk through the ghosts of ritual and rite,
of a lost but not forgotten tradition.
Immortal giant made of stone and sweat
looming in the East,
the constant reminder of the passage of time.
