Anasazi

Mesa castles in the sky
Where paintbrush blooms and eagles fly.
A people’s passage marked in stone;
Artifacts of flint and bone.

Cliffy cities – vanished host,
Sanctum haunt of hawk and ghost;
Beseech your mummies rise to tell
The secrets time has kept so well.

Shadow dwellers do you know
The coyote cries – the winds still blow
Like specter voices from the past?
Your dreams are gone – the relics last.

Ancient builders of the rock,
Do you leave your stones to mock?
Anasazi, could it be –
Your silent ruins … a prophesy.

 

The Canyon

Time’s aged and stony monument
Weathers grain by grain.
What the river’s fury left
Now melts in wind and rain.

A thousand shadow fingers reach
Beyond the grand abyss
To touch unconquered cliffs aglow
In sunset’s fading kiss

A nether world of dark and light
Transfixed in a vision sublime;
A window to the ages
Sealed in the bonds of time.

Behold the ancient rocks
Where primordial fossils trod
And sense the humbleness of man
Before the face of God.

 

 

C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS  and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris  Award from Kappa Delta Rho.

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  2. Durlabh Singh

    TREE TOPS

    The Wind lives in the tree tops
    Visiting plantains at invitation
    Serrating waterfall in eddies
    Fragmenting the sown
    Into shifters of the unknown.

    Into the solitude of the curves
    Where expressions reside
    Without end like eternity
    Casting pebbles of fluidic imagery
    In expanding circles of the universe.

    There the verbs
    And the nouns
    Get bewildered
    Failing to root out
    Incomprehensibility
    Lamentations in sounds
    For some sovereign sensibility.

    Demolished by beauty & happiness
    A capability of gestures still to rise
    A challenge for the attempters to try
    An avenge on shaders of the paradise.

    Durlabh Singh

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  4. Diana

    I just read A Place Remembered by C. David Hay and had to look him up. It’s a beautiful poem that took me back to my childhood – a wonderful place.

    Reply

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