Canyon curls to craddled cave,
echo's obsolete creature
reviving wing
through soft-stroke carving,
Anasazi, carpeted earth,
reclaiming wind, voice descending birth;
my circle decided,
as dusty dream in crusty scheme,
returning reams of sunlit skin,
as dormant drifter, drawing rounder ending.
I give you back my immigrating raven feathers,
extending gift beyond your wall
growing granite,
Zoroaster staining Vishnu schist,
eroding temple,
with purple shadows, embracing stone;
returning home
my bare-foot bone,
purging one last, lip-synced line.
Bare my closing rhyme in rhythm bled,
time,
knowing now,
this vacuumed updraft,
my fractured bed
of breathless inhibition;
cold cactus, callous,
chalice pouring muddy Colorado, rafting laughter,
as century painting soul through fainting effort,
tainted toy, an unplanted loss,
fermenting blush,
flush with face,
splashless chase, power diving,
my song surviving;
this mountain lying down, forever.
Author notes
Anasazi...means in Hopi, "The People"...the ancients ones,
Zoroaster...philosophy based on the teaching of Zarathustra...
also a temple in the canyon, and the granite rock in Granite Gorge...
Vishnu... the "superme soul" in Hinduism...also a temple in the canyon...as well as the older roct...the bedrock of Granite Gorge...3.5 billion years old...Vishnu schist
Kaibab...my pen name and user name here...Hopi for "mountain lying down" and what they old ones called "The Grand Canyon"
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A contest entry
- Do Not Resuscitate by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended September 21, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh...." give you back my immigrating raven feathers,.." this is incredible penning dear heart. I am touched beyond words. You are and in repose will be..my mountain always.
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Lovely alliteration. You put the reader in front of a beautiful ancient piece of art, "echo's obsolete creature reviving wing through soft-stroke carving."
Very nice internal rhymes. Reads well as a spirit presence gliding in silent curves above an endless scene of heat and color-stained ridges.
Forgotten dance and unison chants in "my bare-foot bone, purging one last lip-synced line."
Beautiful "fermenting blush" and powerful conclusion, "this mountain lying down, forever."
Fabulous imagery.
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You always sing so soulfully, Scribe. Good luck in Carol's contest, my Friend. 
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Hi, a very lovely poem, but that is normal for you, kind regards Di
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I adore the resonance written in this passage;
"returning reams of sunlit skin,
as dormant drifter drawing rounder ending."
You are a visual artist with pen pressed to page dear man. This is Exquisite work! I must admit that I was stumped at some of the words (proper names) used here, too lazy to look them up, just know that I am soaring now. LOL
I would perform CPR in an instant to revive more words such as these. The best to you in the challenge.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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I edited my author's notes...explaining the words in question...thanks for bringing that to my attention
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So lovely, Rich. Cyclical, full of perspective...understanding one's own place.
There are those whose flights have touched so many, their songs will surely survive. You have spoken well of yourself.
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omg this is one of your very best...
I remember that your name "kaibab" means "mountain lying down" so how cool is this
You are brilliant and this is a masterpiece. I am so proud of you, Angel mountain poet...
Lynda:
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