Sunday 15 September 2013

sway that bay


that map is such a vibrant spread
but with a short, vacuous smile
I wish for a sassy, sumptuous feast of words
no manipulative nature will slather out vision
vivaciousness may be lost in violet trappings 
do get me some interesting currency
I wish to buy a country or two
interesting adventures beckon me
although that map is stuck in a place
but my mind wanders everywhere

"there is no single master of the world,
but who pulls the invisible strings?"


19 comments:

  1. Skillfully inventive; well done.

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  2. Your final couplet is divine.

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  3. Today's selection of words at the Sunday Whirl never made me think of a map. What a fresh surprise to read your poem.

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  4. Very interesting question as ending. Map spread, clever idea.

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  5. I resonate with this poem, as I love so many places in the world I have never seen....an armchair traveler.

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  6. Beautiful armchair traveler - love the idea of the map spreading....

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    (sorry about your inundation of SPAM and sorry about the word verification :(

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  7. Often discovering new places for ourselves is better than visiting those with much acclaim, then all we see is ourselves searching for that which does not exist. However St. Ninian's Isle does look interesting (just don't tell anyone else).

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  8. bUT MY MIND wanders everywhere.the mind is free as a nomad to roam. very nice.Pl. remove the word verification.

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  9. This is delightfully different and I love it!!

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  10. oh... can i get some interesting currency too?! was a fun read..

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  11. Oh how fun, "I wish to buy a country or two"! That and "interesting currency," I loved how it set my imagination off.

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  12. great word manipulative ! Fabulous writing ! Sincerely Deborah

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  13. but my mind wonders everywhere.. brilliant close!

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  14. I am also drawn to adventures in distant countries.

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  15. Can't help it, Gautami, this reminds me of the map in Riddley Walker, have you ever read it? It's a map of England, post-Apocalypse (it's an old book, though, by Russell Hoban, way before the End of the World Zombie books started up). All the names are changed into what people thought they heard, along with expressions. "Bob's your uncle" becomes "Bobs a knuckle"!

    The poem, on the other hand, is lush and wistful, like a wandering minstrel. Loved it. Amy

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  16. Perfectly said, and your title really rocks, great write!

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  17. The last two lines say it all.
    Vibrant poem!

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