Mesa Poems - Poems about Mesa

Under cliff hides life Long time here the world slept Ancient homes remain....

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No one’s ever gone until forgotten Their memory etched like words in stone —canyons to remind (Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)...

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Waterfall David J Walker The single waterfall into the canyon Is hidden by the highway that Keeps the passers-by in a state of Detached nescience Protecting the last of its’ kind On the Plains As the stream barely has The means to continue the journey Over the Mesa pooling on the Prairie floor For the few who may see It remains among the...

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Shadows on a cave wall, eyes that look for truth Figments of what sight denies —dancing resolute (Durango Colorado: September, 2004)...

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I ride the mesas Wherever I go Are Hopi, Zuni, And tall Navajo So many people On dry, barren land All Trump says is, "They sure have got sand!"...

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It started with a glimpse of a shapely leg. It continued with bodies intertwined, and hungry for passion and feeling wanted. The newness, and like intellect carried the connection, as far as it could, between a sensitive romantic, and a sensitive pragmatist. They had hopeful dreams in the beginning, influenced by spirits and hearts pledging they would be together. Their love was...

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Birthed in scratches of white paint on deadly canvas, Emerging from the womb-vessel of a faded sea To face the barren inscape of my tenuous self. The diaphragmic doorway only opens through infirmity; Abstract sodomy on the mesa. Tilting by the weight of my breasts, precariously Above the plain – the welcome danger of oblivion. Darkness is my safety and my fault. Night...

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Over the mesa winds of darkness angels move callous children throw kisses tears pool behind your eyes like red balloons on the breeze justice crouches under doubt waiting to pounce...

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On a mesa, not far from home, the moon shone on the grass like an emerald light, gleaming and bright. Silver and yellow roses touch the night sky, never seeming to end their course, beyond the stars. The wooden tiger played chess with the beaver and badger, always grinning after her victories. The beaver pestered...

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