You were clear you'd be taking
off. You'd graphed the eddies
of comings and goings, plotted
borders both shifting and not,
marked out where traveling
together longer would have to be
reckoned with whorls on your passport:
starting anywhere meant returning
always to the same indelible spot.
You opted for moving ahead, fixing
us in place but leaving yourself space
enough to manipulate the geography
of sand. Map redrawn, you gave no
mind to the notion of single best route,
so much wanting still to be explored.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem responds to today's photo prompt at Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales. Go here to see the image, read other poets' or prose writers' contributions, and to leave a link to your own response.
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12 comments:
this is so lovely
A poem for the thinkers, and no mistake - loved the last line with its inbuilt sense of longing for things to come...
With slight nuances of melancholy...
A beautiful, moving poem, Maureen. All of it memorable; such a strong center here:
You opted for moving ahead, fixing
us in place but leaving yourself space
enough to manipulate the geography
of sand.
indeed...xxxxj
the flow of this poem has the unmistakable quality that i so greatly wish to find.
This is so beautifully written, vivid.
A beautiful exploration indeed. This is lovely Maureen!
Very unique perspective and theme of travel laced throughout with images and unique word choice. Love to travel and read about it in poetry.
Lovely poem of the joys and perils of exploration.
Anna :o]
..yes, a never ending exploration... smiles...
This is quite lovely and strange enough I found it bit mystical too! Good one..
Wonderful road signs, Maureen!
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