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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Celestial Navigation

Shall I draw you a map
or will you allow the stars to guide you?
Intrepid explorer,
do not fear 
Though you head for depths unknown
the waters are warm 
and the storms are few
Cast off your vessel
Float like driftwood on the waves
The treasure you seek
is already in your hands.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 147

12 comments:

Carrie Burtt said...

A treasure many have seeked....this is beautiful and full of depth! I love it!!

Brian Miller said...

the water is warm....and float like driftwood...now that sounds wonderfully inviting.....smiles...treasure is like icing on the cake of that...

Susan said...

It is still a marvel to this dinosaur that celestial and navigation make sense together when floating in a boat, but if the vessel is a human being, my mind and heart grasp it like treasure. Poem is geat!

Helen said...

Your poem is lovely ..

(though I giggled when I read the first few words ~ my mother used to say 'shall I draw you a map?' when she was trying to make something clear)

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Is there an X marking the site of the treasure?

purplepeninportland said...

This is a treasure, Lola!

Donna B. said...

Wonderful getting to know someone....what a great prompt this was.

Donna B. said...

Wonderful getting to know someone....what a great prompt this was.

Karen S. said...

really, where? I can't seem to find it! Hehehehe! Excellent poem- it really soothes the heart!

M. A. S. said...

The storms are few, but I like that they still exist.

Fireblossom said...

suh-weet!

Kelvin S.M. said...

..those last two last are perfect... indeed, the treasure we long sought was just in our hands... maybe some are just lacking in acceptance and awareness of its pressence... waiting further of an affirmation... great write... smiles...