by
David S.
Member since:
January 14, 2008
One of my favorite things to do is to hike the amazing deserts of southern Utah and the Colorado Plateau region. To wander amongst the canyons and their red rock spires and cliff faces is inspiring and calming. One particularly interesting feature that one can find on such a journey is desert varnish. It looks like paint spills on canyon walls (see photo). Once whilst wandering amongst such splendor and thinking of spiritual things, I wrote this poem.
Stains
Fortress face of crimson stone—
so many wounds.
This desert varnish blood of seeping spills you own—
Why such pain?
Why is this so beautiful a vision to obtain?
To be the witness
of agony perspiring among limbs of olive.
Later, the thrust of course, dirty rust
through palms that still bear marks.
Do you still weep at pain?
Or are these spills tears
of hope, of joy that stain, remain?
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Comments: 18
thanks so much for the excellent feedback on my paper; I think you are absolutely right about the last paragraph
of agony perspiring among limbs of olive." That line really stood out to me. Very reflective and lovely.
' Why such pain?
Why is this so beautiful a vision to obtain?'.....