Hiking the Urayoán Mountains

rrodriguez

I’ve had the pure pleasure of hiking

the Urayoán mountains; to have the

candescent Caribbean sun accompanying me,

of eating a stalk sweet sugarcane. Of having

my senses euphorically stimulated, more than

the city that strangles.

I’ve enjoyed the peaceful ambience

of the mountain that encapsulated me.

 

Much more than the infernal jungles,

more than the cacophonous honking of cars;

please take me through the tropical trails, and

the greenery of the banana tree plantations.

 

The yellow guava on my path with

solicitude called me, I quickly grabbed it, bit it,

ah! so sweet, so sweet,  

the scrumptious taste fascinating & watering my mouth.

 

The singing of the swallows hypnotizing,

and there's was nothing more enchanting

then to hear polyphonic madrigals of

coquíes singing in the flora.

 

The waters of the silky waterfall I would prefer,

hearing the whooshing, rushing, gushing waters

dinging with joy over the mountain rocks in the

mystique-pools of the Cordillera Central.

 

I would not change the beautiful butterflies

for cars and machinery belching serpents of smoke.

Nor the fruitful and pompous central mountains

gallantly standing and promoting its abundant greenery;

 

The sweetness of the land overflows, unique flavors

that only in these mountains are enjoyed.

The breath of the winds smothered me

they were eurythmic bursts of scented air;

  

These cannot be found in the foggy ill-smelling

air of the city of cements where the arid air’s

stench of sulfur from the exhaust surround you

and abuses the tender lungs.

 

I saw in the sleepy night the glow of glowing fireflies

flying in the canvas of night darting and flashing

shimmering like the sparkling brilliance of diamonds,

and I heard the weird eerie noises of the night.  

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2017 10:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: My intent in this poem is to describe the beauty of Puerto Rico. I've use onomatopoeia, metaphor, and descriptive language to portrait the beauty of my country. I've endeavored to give a picture of the mountains I so dearly love.
  • Category: Nature
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    You've filled me with envy - superb write Roberto

  • Fay Slimm.

    How your description of peace in those mountains rings through each line - - I was there by those springs and sipping the sweetness along with you Roberto. A beautiful and inspiring read.

  • malubotelho

    Yes, superb writing and so rich of images. You could fulfill my senses with this.

  • Goldfinch60

    wonderful write, I was with you all the way, I have these feelings when I get out into the countryside away from all others.



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