Voice in the Canyon Poem, by Rose, at My poetic side

Your words echo throughout my head

with a Godlike presence: invisible and intrusive.

I don't mean to be rude, just know

you scream to a woman lost in the Grand Canyon:

I hear you, and then there's more,

and then there’s more, and then

the vibrating air dies. I could not grab it in time.

Though your voice comes,

it comes distorted, then vanishes.

I always find myself missing that voice.

For a moment I thought I wasn't lost.

I looked around for you, but my mere human eyes

can't find you in a canyon this large.

Your presence is gone. All that is left

is to search for a way out of this hole.

Your voice was the closest thing to a map I had.

Please, come by more often.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 14th, 2026 04:26
A call for relationship in this poem nicely put in metaphor and good imagery. Well done
Katie B. March 14th, 2026 06:27
Powerful, moving, well written. Beautiful!

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Voice in the Canyon