Best Continental Divide Poems

August wind, glass moon,serendipity...
two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow.
Hundred miles away, clouds gather
to fondle the opening and closing
of after- midnight refrains,
both trespassing a continental divide
to awaken upon scrolls of ramblings
united by the sorcery of mystic spaces
between humid lenses.

On such lit evenings, I...

Continue reading...

Inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension,
of myth and legend as Yaguara,
or "Death in one leap" the sleek frame, Jaguar
as if it's from another dimension.
Leopards bit spotty, but Jaguars take
a rosette form, tell-tale signs like water
that natures them. As a jungle squatter,
prey, and time of hunt, don't...

Continue reading...

Climb the terrain slowly, the nature's wonder is unfolding
Look afar, the Rocky Mountain peaks are beholding
Marvel the scenic wonder of rising bluish hues 
Catch the rainbow hiding behind snow covered views.

Roam the glowing clouds with a dessert in the dining car
Glance at the meadows of...

Continue reading...

God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’t see the cobwebs between our fingers and toes, in our mouth and...

Continue reading...

Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose am I created?
How does something so perfect, create something so...

Continue reading...

From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado River cuts and winds

Many generations ago
Native Americans were inhabiting squatters
There...

Continue reading...

Hear the lonesome whistle blow, it echoes across the vast
Continental divide, connecting the Pacific and Atlantic
Coastal shores, by the steel rails iron horse.
It raged in blazing thunder, leaving a storm cloud of white
Smoke in it's wake.
Lightning's hell speed, drives this devil's steed, with flames
Fire, feeding...

Continue reading...

I love summertime.
Especially the ones—
Meandering from here
To where with only 
   One care.
Adventure

Three curious children and a map
Destined for experience.
The trunk packed to the rim:
Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies, 
Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly
And you name it…snacks galore.
Lots of pillows, covers and 
Camping...

Continue reading...

The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm that the right river was chosen,
we had hoped that the necessary portage of boats and supplies
would take no more than...

Continue reading...

Incoming ... 
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room 
Mushroom sobs of insecurity  
click end of volatile transmission 
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom

Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary 
audio carrying on

Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm...

Continue reading...

Summertime Celebration-Freedom!
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I love summertime.
Especially the ones—
Meandering from here
To where with only 
   One care.
Adventure

Three curious children and a map
Destined for experience.
The trunk packed to the rim:
Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies, 
Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly
And you...

Continue reading...

The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone 
Down the road with the wind on our faces
Off to visit some far off places 
Headed south...

Continue reading...

Uncross your eyes and stop thinking about it they told you in third grade  but you did not cry you had a faster mind  to stop and think about that running sneaker across the gravel and how you thought you could fly.....

Now you...

Continue reading...

In the Moment

There was a happening
in the sky last evening
just before sunset
pregnant Cumulous clouds
streaky Cirrus clouds
and even the ones that
look like flying saucers
all there in a thousand
shades of gray with bright
sun beginning to fall
beneath the continental divide
the space between the clouds and
the Rocky Mountains shone
brilliant...

Continue reading...

Does your heart make a sound when it is breaking?
Can you hear with your ears the sound it is making?
Does it sound like a train when it is crashing?
Or more like it hitting the water and splashing.

Is the sound so silent it is curiously deafening
And...

Continue reading...