ANGULAR CARTOGRAPHY

Speak to my ear
carrying you
the flights
the corners
with their worn
care
the paint skin
scabbed by the
dead lightbulb

At the landing
we untie our shoes
slip off the boots
your jacket damp
with snow

and smiling you place
your palm upon
my chest and wave
a tempo with a free
hand

you are drawing contours
on old grounds
angles on no mans land
"its a rush"
you breath

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Geezer

14 years 6 months ago

First of all...

I am so glad to see you back! I have been missing your work. This brings memeories of my own to the fore.
As usual, you have brought me to a place where emotion dwells. Great work! Hope to see much more of you in the future! ~ Gee

Esker

14 years 6 months ago

And secondly

glad to reconnect with all the poets familar
shorter the poem for me the better
i drop half the descriptors and very
heavily am vague but so pronounce
detail in graphic word Much like
my sketchs and drawings on scraps
of paper when I sit in my coffee shops

I dont talk poetry with anyone
and have few freinds if any
that i sit with in public

crafting Poetry is a great joy
so when its appreciated
in this simple rather stripped
down form then I know
im doing something right