#canyon
I read that The Colorado River
is pinned down like a snake
used to be that
(before the one-armed-man was king)[1]
the feet of the river
would pick up and move
across the Sonoran dessert
they’d trample laundry lines
and capitalist enterprise
now the snake is still
breathes still it is captive
under 15 concrete collars
the next time it sheds its skin
is geologic time. beyond generational
in geological time the flooding
of the Glen Canyon is a frame
skip, but a ski boat’s wake is forever.
a vast inland sea, even
castles in the sky need moats.
impenetrable as the air
the whole shebang un-erodes,
it becomes nothing
squeezed between ghosts
and immaculate parking lots
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
a little simile here,
a splash of metaphor there,
all carefully folded and mixed
to form a delicious souffle.
it goes into the oven
at the perfect temperature.
the souffle begins to rise,
the sweet aroma engulfs the room.
but the timer chimes early.
they take the souffle out,
and it sinks within itself,
forming a deep, large canyon.
but this souffle is different.
they put it back in the oven.
it bakes longer and longer
until it finally rises again.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
This is the Canyon lands Can you feel it man?
Dawn's early promise to lend you her hand.
Awake from the cave from the rubble you climb.
Down the lonely path to the river of time.
This is the Canyon lands far from the thought Plateau.
Deep down in that crevasse where the warming fires glow.
Where the canyon walls climb to the cheeks of the sky.
The sun she peaks in from time to time.
This is the canyon land Where the River she winds.
Cut down deep by her flowing design.
Through the valley she runs away from the caves.
On a long from our shelter to a place that we crave.
This is the Canyon Land but all we want is more.
To travel the river of time set sail from our Shores.
Slide along the river to where the canyon meets the sea.
Float on from that crevasse to Eternity.
This is the canyon land from where we took the plunge.
In to her cooling hands flowing toward the sun.
To divide and conquer explore the high seas.
Gain, grab, and get more than we can dream.
This Is The Place To Where the River Flows and the canyon meets the sea.
Plastered form our being until eternity.
Something Beyond this miserable cage that we live in.
and the sky opens up to give all she has to give
Where the sky opens up to give all she has to give.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Those who don't go with the wind
Will be shaped by it
Their blood will be waves
Their minds will be canyons
They will be shaped to a fertile and forgiving landscape
So that those who get carried by the wind
Will have a safe place to land
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Over untallied millennia,
roiling Gunnison waters
sliced through southern Colorado
schist and gneiss like a sabre -
carving tower walls of black rock
ribboned with tableaus of
pegmatite and mica flakes
flickering in the mid-day sun.
2,000 feet below, meandering
through its stark canyon walls
like some legendary serpent,
the Gunnison murmurs softly -
resting on its laurels.
Robert Charles Howard
September 2019
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
Ma side-cariste,
comme un cerf-volant flotte
Rattaché à un fil,
Tu roules dans ta caisse sur chassis Tomahawk
Attelée à ton prototype, moi sur ma Cheftaine Indienne
D'origine,
Moi ta prothèse, ton calumet de la paix.
Et rallye après rallye,
Cascade après cascade,
Escale après escale,
Notre route à deux
Emprunte les chemins escarpés
Les canyons
au sens propre
comme au figuré
J'enfile mon casque coloré rouge blanc et bleu,
Je me signe d'un shot de Wild Turkey
Je me sens des ailes d'aigle,
Je me sens Evel Knievel ex machina
Ford Davidson et Harley Mustang
Je m'élance sur la rampe
Je franchis le mur de ton son en flammes
au dessus d'une rangée de quatorze comètes écrasées et amassées
Dans les eaux de ton Grand Canyon sidéral
D'où saillit la fontaine de Caesar Palace
Saturée de mille requins affamés qui crient :
"Color me lucky !
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Has
God been here
Before
With Jack
Rocks
Impassable walls
Stains of yellow
Petals
Falling down
Washing down
Acidic joints
Painting
Prettier beginnings
Along
False roads
Gold with
Total fog
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
I went to the canyon
To see the sights
To read the writes
To meet the heights
The heights were high
The lows were right
But something didn’t click
The tears didn’t run
The breath wasn’t taken
Yeah it was cool but I’m not mistaken
I wanted to be blown off that cliff
But the wind fell short, the air was stiff
Never have I met my sense of awe
I hope we’ll meet someday
I’m holding out hope that I find my strike
That I’ll be blown away
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
I wonder how you see me
I feel larger than life
Collecting moments and breaths, bundling them into my chest
When I speak I sing, when I smile I show all my teeth
But in the quiet
Next to you, under the moon
My smile is small and tight
My voice quiet and soft
I wonder if you’re afraid
Of who you would receive
If you asked to be mine
I wonder if that fear is why--a canyon lies between us
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
Calling out into the canyon,
Echoing, echoing, echoing.
Sometimes I think I'll die there in the morning light, but then--
a Buzzing. You ask if I'm coming home.
I hear the rumbling of the semi trucks
and they sound so tired. They sound like me.
The Gray enshrouds me and it gets hard to breathe.
I think about that night so often.
I thought we would be a Long time
but you disappeared right before my eyes.
Steam rising from my flesh, with my last breath I ask you to stay;
you remind me that I held the blade.
When the shards of glass Pierced
your skin I felt the Stinging
alongside you.
Mouth gone Dry,
at last I see how my love turned Blind
for nothing more than a Flicker and a Shadow.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Missing You!©
When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here
When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude
When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single
When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working
When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city
When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter
When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies
When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,
When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean
When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying
When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast
Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all
Andreas Simic©
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
Your image lingers
And I stare at the pale clear sky
Where can I go?
How about the glowing oasis of your words
But when I get there, the silence is strong.
Those who were for you, couldn't fathom that you're gone.
But I, I hold on.
In this green pearly lagoon
Lie images of you, treasured, so good.
It's the beginning
The end is done.
Still it's freedom
The end is gone.
A glimmering beginning
Your image lingers so
I tried to walk out of the dream
See if I could go on my own and I
Ran right into Laurel Canyon.
Recall where the tale began,
Millions of raindrops in a timeless summer
Racing thoughts and dreaminess alright
It's the summer beginning
I can tell you what I think of at night
When the stars are flashing above
Dazzled, dazzle by strangeness and sight
Dazzled, dazzled, dazzled and I think I know what to do
Pick up where you left off, nothing else I can do
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
how great is Your love for rock solid relations
yet in time rocks part through deep canyons
Your waters remain stilled;
Your mystery lies deep
Your raptors fulfilled
Your mountains so steep
how could man survive Your greatness?
even the eagle admires Your vastness!
Your tangerine gaze stares back at the sun
reflecting Your majesty where erosion has spun
its webs of beauty
cold veins are rare
the desert's peace treaty
with the hot bright glare
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
I can only imagine
the beautiful canyon
filled with the towering
trees as high as skyscrapers,
where the animals run free
on the leaf-carpeted meadows
and blooming flowers dancing
with the breeze of the wind,
in the golden glow of the day.
This enchanting wonderland
is the perfect place to bury old
memories, ponder on the
mysteries of life or to just cry
in a quiet, comforting place.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
Two billion years ago
the river we call Colorado
opened a **** in the Kaibab Plateau
sculpting sandstone, granite, and limestone spectra
on the rugged canyon walls -
reflecting the seering Arizona sun.
Millennial torrents scoured the surface.
Juniper and Aspen, torn from the expanding banks,
****** into the river's red-stained vortex.
All the while the restless Colorado,
obedient to gravity's law,
scoured its bed a mile below the rim.
The last dinosaur perished - choked by volcanic soot.
Pangaea rumbled, groaned and split
and an eye-blink ago our African parents
stood to take their first faltering steps.
Their progeny crossed the Bering bridge
roaming south to build stone shelters
tucked against these canyon walls.
Did the Havasupai huddle in fright
of the jagged firelight searing the skies -
pounding the air across the hollows?
And emerging at storm’s end
did they gaze at the rainbow mist
spread over the buttes and valleys?
After dusk, with fires withering to embers,
did they rest supine,
heads pillowed on their arms,
pondering the jewel case universe above?
November, 2006
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
4-7-2015
The way of truth
Is a beautiful sunset painted in the sky
The colors so vivid,
My eyes smile with contentment and joy.
Standing at the crossroads
Knowing the wise road, in which, to travel
Straining my ears to hear that still, small voice
Beckoning me to let him carry me.
As we pass through a massive canyon
So immense, amazing and spectacular
Unable to control the sheer joy in my heart
So, I take a picture in my mind that will never fade.
So tired of pretending that I have it all together
As the walls I have created, tremble and shake
I will them to fall and allow me to feel every emotion
As my imaginary life seeps into reality.
The broken pieces of glass that have shattered
Blinding my eyes so I can no longer see
Squinting my eyes, the world around me
Leads me home again.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
air turns to water
and dirt turns to mud
as my feet walk along the broken floor
I turn my eyes downward
my mouth opens to speak
but only a broken cough is let out
words I can not form
to give justice to this pain of letting go
the rain slows
and the clouds shatter in the sun
my eyes blinded by the sound of light
and I for once find the words to say
with eyes closed and heart beating
the tear, my friend the tear,
sheds from my eye
and is with me as I say
what my God wants to hear
that which I cry out
with a broken voice
my heart whispers what I say
this that the canyon echoes
the sad sound of my beauty
which waits to be released
so that I can say
You are my God!
You love me!
You are with me always!
You are always yearning for my heart!
You are my protector!
and though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
for You are with me oh my God!
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
His eyes reminded me of what the grand canyon might look like,
they whispered warmth like the sun
snuggling the earth.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
Racing through the canyon,
gaining speed at every turn,
two outlaws and companions,
never again will they return
to a little town called Seco,
tucked away within the hills,
a little place to get low,
tucked away from hidden thrills.
Dead Man’s Creek once filled with cries,
now the river bed runs dry.
Vultures deeply flood the skies,
Whiskey Joe rolled his snake eyes.
Said we made it to Arroyo,
good place to drown your sorrows.
His left pocket held a photo,
forever livin’ in his morrows.
The vortex in the valley,
out in the sun in Cali.
In a land that feels free,
though it’s stolen country.
The devil’s talkin’ in your dreams,
blood line red wine controls.
If you try hard you can leave,
before they seize your soul.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
She wraps me in her icy flow
and chills me 'til I'm warm
Soothes away the open space
With sand and pebbled shores
She tries to lull me downriver
Gently pulling, drowsing
Massaging the miles off me
Relaxing
I know she lies
I know she'd take me to the big river
Carrying me like an eddying breeze
But I want to lay back and dream
And slowly drift away
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC