High Dive off the North Rim
by Kristina Woodhill
We played at holding hands with gods for days
Rims leaped, we grabbed at big horn sheep's coarse tails
Their succor left us breathing dusty trails,
First nightfall, bottom feeders, Canyon slaves.
Gray fox - casual, mule deer strolled these grounds,
We slipped into each crack, donned rain moist seeps,
Long shadows stretched the rules, enabled sleep
Mirage of Phantom Ranch, we roped, we bound.
There is a place where Time is sculpting rock
Chiseled layers crumble, heaving sighs
From rafts the tiny figures waved high fives
The Colorado roared by, Ancient's talk.
Where Luna pressed her tin-roof pin-point frieze
There Solis spilled his orange pekoe tea
Author's Note: Response to Sonnet 'list' challenge
Posted on 09/30/2011
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/30/11 at 10:26 PM|
I feel as if I'm right there, and do not want to leave. Your talent with words ever delights me :D
|Posted by Laura Doom on 10/01/11 at 10:54 AM|
Succinct, but expansive; implicit, but extravagantly descriptive -- and a concluding couplet to put the dusk of stars in shade. A form that plants a provocative x in every metaphoric box...
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 10/01/11 at 08:33 PM|
I wish I could write about nature the way you do. I'm a "city girl". Rather go shopping in a mall than go for a walk. I love your zeal for the great outdoors and your endless vivid description. it's like standing next to you without leaving my couch.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 10/21/11 at 05:47 PM|
Absolutely Wonderful..and just so comforting a read to me...you do so excell with words of the now! :)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/04/11 at 02:05 PM|
the language is so incredibly rich, Kristina, it borders on the sacred. I think that your love and familiarity with nature is showing and aren't we all the fortunate ones, who can only see it vicariously through your eyes.
|Posted by David R Spellman on 11/11/11 at 04:03 PM|
I backpacked across the canyon some years ago. First night in Indian Gardens we had all types of skunks running around the place including right over us!
There is nothing like the Grand Canyon and you do it much justice with this marvelous piece.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/13/11 at 12:30 AM|
You took me back to the Grand Canyon in great writing style! My first glimpse of the canyon I just wanted to fall on my knees and praise its Creator. Awesome writing.