Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Canyon Dreams



Walk between walls of light gray stone.
Touch well washed sandstone, basalt,
silica, quartz; jagged
points, edges sanded smooth.
Experience strata of worn millennia;
God’s crushed calendar of
dryness and time not measured,
compacted into impermeable hardness.

Light, dressed in white, fills between the
walls.

Walk upon pebbles and tiny flakes
of rock, azure blue;
frozen sea, cooling, calming,
lifeless; a reflection of sky.
Feet bleed, leaving a trail
of dried red upon blue.
Follow the trodden bloody path;
listen to walls of slight gray stone sigh.

Waters rise into the light, now drenched in
sound.


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Photograph: Avakas Gorge (Cyprus) by Petr Kratochvil. Used with permission via Public Domain Pictures.

32 comments:

Jerry said...

God's crushed calender of dryness...never saw it that way...I will now.
And light dressed in white. Fascinating. Thanks.

Michael said...

Beautiful.

S. Etole said...

enjoyed this canyon walk ...

Maureen said...

I single out, too, your line "God's crushed calendar of/ dryness" and "Light, dressed in white". Special!

The details create a sense of the tactile and your images are potent.

n. davis rosback said...

i was pulled into the image.

JC Dude said...

Really enjoyed this...thanks for writing and sharing!

Claudia said...

...drenched in sound...how beautiful

anthonynorth said...

I felt I was there. Nicely done.

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers & Artists said...

I can hear the echo
Smell the loamy earth
feel the pain

what a piece - now that's poetry

A One Shot wonder

Moon thanks

Caribbean said...

The image of being crushed into stone has stuck with me through several re-readings of your poem. Very strong central voice in the piece, very much an individual amongst the stones and water and light. Thanks for posting,

crb.

dustus said...

The sensory details combine for a vivid poem. Felt like being in the canyon. A fine image too.

Steven Marty Grant said...

Fabulous detail and imagery, very well done indeed!

tuberider said...

Loved these lines:

"Follow the trodden bloody path;
listen to walls of slight gray stone sigh."

Steve said...

Too many wow-worthy lines to single out just one. Just. . . like I said. . . wow. :)

Desert Rose said...

WOW touched with every word Glynn! :) amazing image and i m just speechless..GREAT one shot! :)

Beachanny said...

Loved these lines "calendar of
dryness and time not measured," and "drenched in sound" really captures that overwhelming ineffable thing that happens in the presence of nature. Well written. Thank you,
Gay (@beachanny)

Brian Miller said...

nice...i have spend more time in caves...and felt the walls around me even when i didnt...this had that feel and the blood on the clue...nice tough. great one shot!

signed...bkm said...

love God's crushed calendar of dryness...great lines throughout....bkm

Carrie Burtt said...

So much beautiful imagery in this one Glenn it is lovely! :-)

Linda said...

The imagery in this is just breathtaking Glynn. Wonderful, beautiful poem.

Cor said...

Beautiful imagery Glynn. I too liked the cannyon walk. I love how you connected nature to God being timeless. Great One Shot!

gautami tripathy said...

So many great phrases! Glad to read this.

the middles makes it

Eric Alder said...

This prose rocks! (And not just geologically speaking!)

Nice One Shot, Glynn!

william said...

the imagery in this poem was superb :)

Leo said...

I like the image of light dressed in white.. superb! :)

My One Shot!

Terresa said...

This is stellar, the pairing of the photo with the well writ poem leaves me breathless.

I ate up the "God’s crushed calendar" -- so so well done. (Did I over-gush on you? Sorry, but when I read a fine poem, I can't help myself!) :)

Belinda Munoz said...

Fantasticc. Thanks for taking me there!

Pete Marshall said...

gods crushed calender was a wonderful line..which is why so many comments have picked up on this..as always a superb poem..cheers pete

CM said...

So descriptive...I could feel the rocks under my feet! This reminds me of the canyons I've been in CO.

God's calendar...this reminded me of how my DH always says how scientists don't really know the true age of this planet because they are not using God's timetable!

poemblaze said...

I love the vivid imagery in this poem, the wonderful use of so many types of stone. Poem is image and metaphor first, everything else is second, and you have given the imagery and used solid wording too. My only quibble is with ending a line with "of" instead of running it down to the next line.

Shashi said...

Liked it quite well as well as you brought the elements of earth into the poetry and then qualified it with "God's crushed calendar.." I enjoyed it a lot...
Beautifully co-enjoining water, light and sound in the last line...

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Doubtfulpoet said...

Really enjoyed the strong imagary you used in this poem Glynn. Your work is amazing I've had a look at a few older posts too. Impressed!