Tuesday, December 11, 2012

"Map" (poem)







Help

Tie me

I’m dying

Latitudes

Longings

Attitudes

Tie-dying

Ocean tides

Rising

Raising me

A sharp pencil

Tracing

Erasing me

Earth’s stencil

Help

Bind

Find

Me



Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

This is for the Mag#147

10 comments:

  1. Imaginative take on his week's prompt...

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  2. Could almost here a student just beginning to study maps crying out for help in the beginning of your poem! All those new places to learn - Help!

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    1. Hmm..not quite what I had in mind, but I guess, the more interpretations the better :-)

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  3. ..a never ending search of the inner-self... thank God we're guided, somehow, by multiples of our own history in our skin... just a li'l tracing and careful look at each lines and strokes for us not to get lost... smiles...

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  4. One of these days I'm going to have to visit The Mag. I've seen others take on this wonderful photo. I like your verse. For some reason it reminds me of Dr. Who traveling through time and space - perhaps because science fiction is un-mapped territory.

    Cheers.

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    1. Dr. Who..I wonder..it's fascinating - the way our associations work :-) It was my first time over at the Mag, I couldn't resist the photograph. I've subscribed and plan to be back for more prompts.
      Thank you, Jules.

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