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.
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.
lillian the home poet 
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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Many thanks, Grace. Off to do some hiking in Bermuda….will read others’ tonight! 🙂
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time escaped in canyons deep … certainly can feel it in those canyons. The images are so beautiful.
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Thank you much — so glad you liked it!
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I can picture this place. It sounds amazing!
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It is truly a fantastical place! Sorry to reply so late — took a couple days off here…..
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I have been there twice… a wonderful and magical place, but a helluva place to loose a cow 🙂
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….or a bull! 🙂 Magical place indeed!
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I was in south Utah a couple of years ago. Such amazing stone places! Your poem took me back there. 🙂
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The prompt took me back there…..happy to take you along! 🙂
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Gorgeous, Lillian. I have been there, many times. You’ve done it poetic justice.
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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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Time escaped – yes, there is no handle on time – it just seems to be infinite…
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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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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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I do find mountains humbling! 🙂
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SMiles.. Only seen them once.. But oh.. yes.. Me too..:)
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