chart a course

too new

There is a map
somewhere
lined with faces
where the places
ought to be

There is a map
that rises up
sweetly singing
in morning sun
and my feet follow

Adventure beckons
with golden revelations
and I know
where I'm going 
all along
 

Author's Note

probably foolish to gather inspiration from a horoscope: You have the map, so it's up to you to decide where to go next. Be as adventurous as you like. You may not have exact directions, but you know you want to chart a new course for all those who want to come along.

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Great to glance through ragged old maps to find places where I wanna head..Life's course needs no maps, it takes us where it wants.Sometimes we wish we had one..It's certainly a nifty poem, agree with Libby..Quite the spoilsport for adventure, aint it ?

[Ms. Gruye]

As always, you've turned out a new obscure take and laced it with your wisdom! Well done

[Tomás Ó C..]

The invisible map of life... some call it destiny, others Gods will... is there really a difference? Loved the poem!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I'm like Ms. Dickinson; "Chartless" and this reminds of that other Emily's piece entitled by that name.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I know this mightn't be how you intended it ... but I read this as being a commentary on happiness. How happiness is not in a place but in the faces ... the faces of the people that you love ... of the people who you have met in your travels.

And I enjoyed it very much.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

i think it is beautiful however it is read..i enjoy horoscopes and astrology and so many of us want to chart a new course.. a good poem and not foolish .. you are one of the best on this site ,, love your words and style.
peace
chloe

[Gandré]

There exists a superhuman, supernatural spontaneous self-evolving intelligence who deliberately designed and created the universe and everything in it,in fact, everything created everything, everything is intelligent, including us, this is an alternative view: anything is creative intelligence, of sufficient complexity to design anything and everything, it comes into existence only as the end product of an extended process of in few phases but not gradual evolution. For you it is that and to me it is this. But this all doesn't matter; what matters is the love in your (or my) heart. I liked this small treasure-poem.

[Alicante lullaby]

map rises up.that is something.atleast you know where you are going.and there, i suppose,somewhere in this world, everyone has got a home.

[Libby McKeown]

I think this poem targets something larger than the horoscope. It has a much broader appeal. I really enjoy your simplistic style (read: birds of a feather stick together sort of thing lol), and the elegance with which you express yourself with so little. Nifty lil piece!

[David Lewis Paget]

So very true about horoscopes, however. All those lessons to be learned are underlined in the squares, conjunctions, and oppositions; the successes in the trines and sextiles. It is a map of life indeed, and we may follow it through the transits and progressions, taking advantage of the benefics, heeding the pitfalls of the malefics. I like the imagery of the faces, those future collisions at appropriate times as we meet, engage, and then depart. It's a wise person who knows where they're headed.