Maps Poems

After the Last Word

When I set out to write a love poem,
I imagine you as the crack before thunder
finds its voice, your breath
breaking the laws of gravity between us.

You are no angel—
but something that makes clocks forget
their purpose, your pulse
spelling your name beneath my skin.

The coffee cup you leave steaming near the sink
outlasts your absence by exactly seven

I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash

I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash,
rivers of longing winding like silver snakes toward the empty seas of unfulfilled dreams,
the valley of abandoned thoughts, a cemetery of withered promises,
and the desert of sighs, its sand made of words
that shatter like glass under the weight of silence.
In the center,

Old Maps

Reality those waves defy,
asleep you can finally fly;
Sea is heated by a cold sky
sweet lullaby, sweet lullaby;

Feathers decorating whitecaps 
the fence holding you in snaps;
No need to hold onto old maps
bridges collapse, bridges collapse.

Maps

Locations for everyone to know truth!

Maps a Buck: Free of Lugs

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Technology Blind

I realise just how old I am, when I don't even know how facebook works,
And I don't have any idea how someone twirks.

I read maps from an atlas book,
I don't like google and the way it looks.

I like to have cash, I like the way it feels,
But I guess it does make it easier to

Maps

I have been accused
(And perhaps it's rightly so) 
Of having simply no idea 
How to get from go to whoa

I must confess that's true 
I so easily get lost 
My inner sense of direction 
Gets it wires crossed 

I hesitate too long 
When turning left or right 
Landmarks keep on moving 
Often changing overnight 

Fear

Words and Maps

Word

Selection is 

Apparently the

Map of the 

World for the

Individual..

Separation's

Terms from

Struggles of

Daily survival..

Or more settled

Words of science

Religion or

Contemplation..

Searching for

The better word..

All are stories

Maps of separation

Things of beauty

And of horror..

May we speak of

Escape..??

Blood Maps In Blue

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Veins blue as death but they flow,
tributaries in a returning system.

They fork only when the mind
rides a lightly sleeping cycle
to a venous river
and there sinks within seeking a source
for it

The Glories Near

** THE GLORIES NEAR **

Here! The Glories have arrived from 
   afar..as far as east from west.
The Glories come riding mists
To lead us leaping over our discontent; 
   over waves lost from their beaches,
  their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken.

The Glories bring our maps to
The Exquisite: our longing, our desire.
But, the

Down Endless Maps

Silhouetted 
Houses trimmed 
in sapphire sky indigo   
Deep in midnight 
Diamonds strewn 
across heaven's vault 
Holes in regions 
Where star die afar
Space between and seen
Sacred secret streets 
Down endless maps

Face Maps

Face Maps 

How often we ponder 
The portrait of life, 
Some without a face, 
Some with but war as a canvas. 

The experienced face 
Reveals folds above eyes, 
Disengaged as a draught-laden wilderness, 
Yet reliable as an infrequent desert storm. 

For amidst nature’s wisdom 
Directional signs are forever available, 
Even though some may be 
Subtle

Maps For Miss Sally

Life's never been better for Miss Sally
Got her copy of Rand-McNally
Geography teacher’s dream
Perfect fodder for a meme
Since new road maps are right up her alley.


March 16, 2021

Rugged Maps

Topography- embrace its meaning
Open roadways- visually gleaning

State boundaries- further we'd proceed
Connect-the-dots- we'd follow their lead

Deepened creases- a wider landscape
Artful tearing- revived with clear tape

Thumbprint dirt stained- unplanned souvenirs
Revisited- discovered frontiers

3-10-2021

East Devon Beacon

East Devon Beacon
by Michael R. Burch
 
Evening darkens upon the moors,
Forgiveness?a hairless thing
skirting the headlamps, fugitive.
 
Why have we come,
traversing the long miles
and extremities of solitude,
worriedly crisscrossing the wrong maps
with directions
obtained from passing strangers?
 
Why do we sit,
frantically retracing
love’s long-forgotten signal points
with cramping, ink-stained fingers?
 
Why the preemptive frowns,
the litigious silences,
when only yesterday we watched
as,

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