“Canyon Drive”

I wrote this poem while driving up a mountain road on the way to Blackhawk, Colorado. The picture below was taken during the drive. I wanted you get a small feel (there is no way to compare it to actually being there, of course!) of the inspiration for the work…

Canyon Drive

Mother Nature’s
In chaotic
All around us.

A manmade river
Under our tires,
Placed next to
Its real-world archetype
(a screen siren
posing beside
her wax doppelgänger),
Out of place, yet
For us to really
See –
Experience –
Bathe in –
Her proud, creative glory.

She didn’t
Produce this
Sedimentary sculpture garden
For Her own good though,
We, Her Children,
Were meant to be
Inspired by it.

This poem
Was borne of the
Same grandeur,
Sprouting naked
From the road’s
Sea foam,
Transforming us into
Travelling Venuses.

© Jamy Sweet 2011-11-03



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