Bryce Canyon

Paiutes called them Legend People turned to stone by Coyote. I call them mystical.

Silhouettes evolved from ancient seaway. Columns of ochre and orange-pink. Water, ice and gravity had their way with you. Slot canyons so narrow the head strains up for blue. Shadowed red when sun slants in. Thin rims so high there is nothing but everything beside. We tread in awe among these hoodoo pillars. This place of craggy, sharp-edged, smooth, fantastical shapes.

Rocks eroded tall
time escaped in canyons deep
we like specks of dust.

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It was Haibun Monday at dVerse, the Pub for Poets. Rajani is tending bar and asked us to write about a travel experience. Haibun is “richly woven prose amplified by simple yet profound haiku. In its traditional sense, it connects to nature and travel. Photos from trip to Bryce many years ago. 

17 thoughts on “Bryce Canyon

  1. Grace March 1, 2016 / 8:17 am

    To walk and see those pillars would be one memorable experience ~ I love your prose filled with colors and that haiku line: we like specks of dust. Lovely haibun Lillian ~

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    • lillian March 1, 2016 / 8:34 am

      Many thanks, Grace. Off to do some hiking in Bermuda….will read others’ tonight! 🙂

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  2. thotpurge March 1, 2016 / 8:29 am

    time escaped in canyons deep … certainly can feel it in those canyons. The images are so beautiful.

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    • lillian March 5, 2016 / 11:21 am

      It is truly a fantastical place! Sorry to reply so late — took a couple days off here…..

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    • lillian March 5, 2016 / 11:21 am

      ….or a bull! 🙂 Magical place indeed!

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    • lillian March 5, 2016 / 11:22 am

      The prompt took me back there…..happy to take you along! 🙂

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  3. whimsygizmo March 2, 2016 / 3:09 pm

    Gorgeous, Lillian. I have been there, many times. You’ve done it poetic justice.

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    • lillian March 5, 2016 / 11:23 am

      Ah, so very nice to see your comment here. I’ve been sans poetry for a couple of days and just getting back. Missed it — but the Bermuda waters were calling! 🙂

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    • lillian March 5, 2016 / 11:23 am

      Mysterious place……and time is a mysterious ethereal thing. We can’t hold it in our hands but we know when it’s lost.

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  4. katiemiafrederick March 8, 2016 / 12:26 am

    Desert sands place humans above
    gRains.. often placing themselves
    as Gods above rest oF Nature
    at large.. then..
    Mountains bRing
    humble Yogi’s…

    Indian oF
    Earth
    weLL BeinG..:)

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