Canyon Poems

Canyon of Emotions

Depression is a canyon—deep, wide, and rugged.
It has a top; it has a bottom.
But there is a rocket that plummets to its depths,
With only a slow and arduous build to the top.

The canyon has an oasis,
But it is infested with arsenic.
A bright pink flower glows atop a cactus.
The glowing touch is beautiful,
But its needles are

Fake Out

I woke to a whirring hum—
not the low drone of memory,
but the sharp, electric flick
of a question with wings.

Languorous molten air,
a stone canyon furnace,
and there!—
a hummingbird—
head cocked—
beady eyes peering at me—
beak poised at the gate of my breath—
as if to sample my soul—
or wake it back to life.

It must have thought me
a flower on a

Bright Angel Trail

My knee was a cracked hinge,
each step a bargain struck with pain.
The canyon walls pressed in,
heat still rising from the stone
long after sun left it behind.

Halfway to the distant rim,
I flopped down on the trailside bench—
the slats grabbed hold of my full weight
as if they meant to keep me.

And then I was above it all—
a

The Abyss of Time's Canyon

Perhaps time will smooth the rough edges
Memory soften the toughness of his words
But now they must wrap him in moment’s lie
Bathe him in a flow of moistened myths

Will any speak of who he really was
Chuckle at his insensitivity
Mask the folly of his arrogance
Tickle the timber of his humility

Will they dabble in theories of life’s meaning
Standing

House In Canyon Country

I walked in to the four bed rooms, four baths
of my daughter’s house with big living room,
dining room, washing room, back and front yards,
master bedroom with bath and walk-in closets.

Painted with rustic color of gray, in medium tone
outside and light tone inside, the color motif of the
interior design showing on the wall pictures and on
the

GNRT DAY 17 JOHNSON CANYON

The indigenous people have occupied these lands
for over 10,000 years in all…
Their name for this beautiful place was Mini hrpa…
which means Mountain Where The Water Falls

So I imagine they were a little perplexed…
perhaps a little torn….
when George Stephens the president of the Canadian Pacific Railway
named it Banff in honor of the place where he was

Oak Creek Canyon Echo

I want to write dirty and convoluted, 
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down 
Over the nice clean ordered objective, detached
From the structure you claim to know about
I want to write congested
And ingested, 
Not divested of that
Which causes me to feel and to think
The outpouring of what will not

Box Canyon

You can’t close the door
that opens inside
Or bottle the morrow
today seeks to hide
You can’t erase feelings
like words on a page
Or trap a new lover
— with yesterday’s cage

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Grand Canyon and Colorado River

moving slow and fast 
flows through beautiful landscapes
  ~reaches destiny~

nature's masterpiece
    envolves views beyond the sun
                ~beauty embraces peace~

            red, blue or golden
 ~the long

Slot Canyon

The ooze of earth and water, rivulets of mud,
Moves slowly, then faster, as rain pushes its mass.
Both water and earth mix in this massive great flood,
As it's trapped and rises in a slot canyon's pass.

As it inches up the wall's of Zion's great rocks, 
It swirls and heaves like the rage of an ogre.
The tightening

Grand Canyon Moments

Quote: Yesterday's joys are never quite forgotten for they live in our hearts,
same way memories of past loves remain nestled in our souls forever...

Inside my yesterdays I dip immersed in joys and sorrows
I can often relive the moments of my youthful tide 
with satisfaction and great pride;
Within the walls of Jericho I was baptized with

Scattered Showers At Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon had never seen such a cloud.
once-in-a-lifetime kind of whiteness
dollops of whipped cream
topping like no other
before or since
the rain was gentle, like a kiss
I marveled that I was there
To see this rain cloud in person
No photo could have captured it.

The Grand Canyon

Nothing can rival the Grand Canyon

for sheer mystical grandure

beyond realism... filled with magical vistas

peaks and valleys to stir the imagination

when the sun shines on these sights

creating colours of rustic hues

images that are simply beyond description

it is difficult to put into words

these are magical sights to behold

In the Canyon

 Distant drums voice sacred song
as didgeridoo drone rings
its messages to my awaiting ears;
ancient ceremonies flood
the canyon in tones of
ancestral wisdom.

Every rock or boulder resonates,
crickets sing along and
each cell of my being is elevated;
I feel the energies of
times long passed;
those speakers of the truth,
as shamanic echoes
transport me to past centuries.

I've hear it said that our

Sea of Canyon Trees

Sometime around the first of October,
the windswept canyons I go to see.
They will be as an ocean
of blazing trees.
Yes, a multitude of trees.
Russet, red, orange and gold,
they will surge to their highest tide -
the tops of the mountains!

These bright trees seem
like a giant gilded wave 
rushing on and on and on
in tranquil splendor
against a backdrop

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