
Canyonlands National Park – Photo by Gary Baird
the American west
aeons on display
epochs marked by
divine hands of time
endless vistas
exhibit existence
its layered creation
gives grandeur to
powerful portraits
persistent with
water and wind
at their gradual work
of transforming
the earth framed
beneath the blue
glorious arch
of the firmament
here is forever
made tangible
granting to man
the humility born
of his relative
paltry significance
EYE do not believe in “paltry significance.”
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all is relative
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Paul I thank you for reading my poems and taking the time to respond to my comments on yours. I feel a fellowship with you.
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I am honored, joanna
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Certainly!
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Exactly!
And I can’t help but marvel, every time I see a vista such as this.
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it never fails to stir the deepest parts of me
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Love this!
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thanks kindly
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like a blade of grass, we flourish then wither then die, leaving little more than our initials scratched into the sand`stone . . . Fine Fine poem, Paul . . .
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many thanks, peter
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You should read this out loud, sounds even better.
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much appreciated – I make a habit of reciting as I write
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I like the rhythm of the alliteration
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I worry I sometimes use it too much
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It’s definitely spice, not stock, but you used it just right.
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Magnificent poetry worthy of the earth’s designs.
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you are most kind
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