Treasure Island

Sara Fielder


Canyon Walls


Canyon walls don’t question whether
They’ll keep rising or they’ll fall
Packed and crowded altogether
Many maze like rosy halls

Granite red ‘gainst bluest morning
Skyward I climb up the view
With my solitary yearnings
As I bid the ground adieu

Largely looming outdoors roomy
Quiet landscape, miles of wide
Skittish lizards spy me moody
Horizon spreads to stretch my eyes

At the top, my writing tablet
Begging for a piece of her
Seeks description, poet's habit
'Cept that here there are no words


Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2014

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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  • Smoky Hoss (2/27/2014 10:27:00 AM)

    Fascinating! I love to hike and wander all about the Arizona/Utah border area, the red-rock world, which is such a mystery. This poem seems to take me to just such a similar place in the soul. Wonderful words, so well and peacefully expressed. This is a great one indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Stan Grossman (2/4/2014 9:27:00 AM)

    Nice poem. The last stanza is mysterious which is always a good thing. The near rhymes work very well. I like all of the 'y' words and the 'ing' words meshing together. Inner rhymes work just as well as end rhymes. Good job! (Report) Reply

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