Sunday, December 9, 2018

Map

Drag a Sharpie between two points...
Between two days, between a drive and a walk
Between a day in the yard and a day on the shore--
Tea-colored saltwater, brown pelicans drop low,
Charcoal pewter dolphins bow at the nose of boats,
Whatever that might be called.
A line between experience and ignorance.
Calculate the angle's narrowing to today
While other minutes fade and rise.
It's only the skin of time.

Gaping, it swallows you whole.
The moment and the thought, freckles and all
Where you have triangulated dreams on your skin,
Where the past has marked you like a star map--
Your own star's very own map--you are now
Part of the feast of a celestial dragon,
Inhaling, gulping the buffet of space and time
Air and flesh mingle behind its eyes
Neurons like water and birds, reading
Your Sharpie lines.

Water swirls like clouds as the constellation swerves
To follow the marks, to find a dream.

Sharing with Poet's United for today's Poetry Pantry and with The Sunday Muse for today's Muse. The image inspiration is from The Sunday Muse. A note on the text--Sharpies are a brand of permanent marker. Hope everyone's having a good reading/writing week. :) 

-- Chrissa

18 comments:

  1. Oh, I love "you are now part of the feast of a celestial dragon." How cool!

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  2. A lovely poem about a map, a map of stars, gulping the buffet of space and time...oh, those Sharpie lines!!

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  3. Wonderful picture, and it inspired you well. The poem is full of fascinating ideas and images.

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  4. To be able to connect the inside of us with the lines life inks on our outside is the beginning of balance, a balance made more important by the precariousness nature of the surrealist linking (I wonder how a day and a yard hold hands). The ending is my favorite part, huge neurons and minute birds flying towards each line that needs reading...

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  5. Wowww!❤️ Such gorgeous imagery in this one especially love; "Where the past has marked you like a star map."❤️

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  6. You always take me on a wonderful adventure! Love this, Chrissa!

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  7. Love the images here...so much to picture and savor.

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  8. It makes me think of Harold and the Purple Crayon.

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  9. Love the mesmeric directions that you went in with this fascinating piece. Awesome writing!

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  10. "A line between experience and ignorance"....WOW....this is a new favorite for me of yours Chrissa! So full of the wonderment of life. I love love love this!!

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  11. Sigh. I think the first stanza is my favourite one of this poem, Chrissa. It speaks to me, in a way that the others do. Guess, it's the usage of dolphins that clinched it.

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  12. Swallowed freckles and all made me smile though i think if i zaw that i a sci fi move i would jump

    Happy week. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday

    Much💜love

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  13. Following the marks to find a dream is all well and good--if there are marks to follow! :)

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  14. This line "Inhaling, gulping the buffet of space and time", takes my mind to a place where I am racing to get something done. Then I realize, there is no need to race.

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  15. Wow! this is exhilarating , and the Sharpie was perfect. I really like the line,
    "It's only the skin of time."

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