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Cartography
by Tracy EllenIve been looking at these maps for days
Mileage and feasibility, location and elevation
Why cant I stop?
Lines blur my eyes, numbers numb my brain
My hands are paper cut, my fingers blue with ink
And still the destination is the same.
Ive calculated, figured, and even guestimated
Wondered, considered, and postulated
Make it stop!
Maps, books, and calculators strewn about
Housework undone, chewed the nail of my thumb
And Im still not without a doubt.
Oh, to strap a pack on my back
And set out without calculations
No concern for destinations or elevations
Keeping warm at night by wrapping
myself in the maps and burning the books
Taking cues from the flights of birds,
The sun and babbling brooks.
To much figuring to be in the know
Not sure I care anymore where I go.
01/16/2007 Posted on 01/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/07 at 12:10 AM And me here with winter cold cabin fever! I can relate to this in several ways!"Taking cues from the flights of birds, The sun and babbling brooks." I like this poem a lot!
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/17/07 at 03:11 AM Excellent poem! I like how it doubles as concrete and metaphoric. Hat's off to ya. :o) |
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