Grand Canyon
"It's like trying to describe what you feel when you're standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon or remembering your first love or the birth of your child. You have to be there to really know what it's like."
Jack Schmitt
The Canyon’s Majesty
The canyon calls! Its layers steep and wide
In red and ochre hues the rocks arise
Where rivers shape the cliffs, as ages slide
While eagles soar through calm unbounded skies
The painted stone reveals earth’s timeless art
Each peak and chasm formed by nature’s hand
With shadowed depths that captivate the heart
An ancient world both desolate and grand
They stand together watching nature’s way
Two figures small, before the vast expanse
Absorbing beauty bathed in fading day
Where time and stone share their eternal dance
Their earthly love may fade! this place remains
A dateless work which silent peace sustains
Paths Unseen
They came to find a bridge across their past
Rediscover trails silent years erased
Yet canyons know how scars are made to last
Unchanged by hopes or dreams that lovers chase
The grandeur holds no cure for grief nor pride
Yet still they walk, drawn close by nature’s art;
Each step they take beneath the cliffs’ tall stride
Unfolds the canyon’s reach; yet not their hearts!
For while the land endures in stoic grace
With rocks unmoved by storm or sunlit ease
But love brittle like glass, here out of place
Not shaped by time or sculpted by the breeze
The canyon stands! yet their love fades away
Its beauty set, but human ties decay!
10-11-2024
© Vic Evora
In early 2012, my ex-wife and I took a 10-day holiday to see places in Arizona, primarily Sedona and the Grand Canyon. It was an attempt to repair our broken relationship. Unfortunately, the trip didn’t help. We divorced months later. Unlike the Grand Canyon constancy thru the aeons, our relationship did not last a lifetime.
Originally I wrote the poem in the first person. There was drama in the verbiage which I did not find appealing twelve years later. So I rewrote it in the third person and used a pair of sonnets as the vehicle. Also, I toned down the sentiment and focused more on the magnificence of the Grand Canyon
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