Style

Style Compass points in more than one direction Lays low its feelings before the landscapes gravity Magnetism searched below the skin of Earth Substances you can’t touch or feel or see between the seams Reveal no secrets or mysteries down in the weight of things But up above the surface, are aromas for the senses Fragrances of good and evil roam around the world Nose points in that > direction Beyond that is the future Around the corner are other corners Future always waits complacently Corners do not hesitate or move themselves There are more of them than you can count A compass is useless in the dark as a companion But will help you navigate the bend of days The future is unknowable and unknown If you must go, go all the way Take a device that indicates and points directions One that can sing and dance and play If you get lost at least you’ll go in style A compass with a smile will know the way Created on 1/02/15 for PD’s “First Poem of 2015” Poetry Contest