poem: Maps of Distant ShoresA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneponderingIf I had a secret love, maybe I'd think of that person in most of my spare breaths, wondering why no-one else could see fireflies dancing when we interact and maybe, just maybe, I would stay up late, thinking of things to write, perhaps I'd draw a picture in words of what the maps of distant shores might look like if we found ourselves landing there in painted and gilded and rough-hewn sailing ships and dugouts and even life rafts from boats that previously sank and maybe I'd look up and just say to the devil with GPS and compass and throw out the guide book; it would only hinder this adventure and let's just explore the hell out this day, this situation, this place, what remains to us then of this life. With contention always lurking in shadows maybe most would never notice at all if we found joy buried like treasure in remote sands. They expect me to talk in riddles anyway. And maybe then the day might come for announcements and the heralding of trumpets, or maybe it is already here and someone forgot to tell me? But then, if I had a secret love, he might just about have your set to his eyes. Incongruous as that may be I think he might look a little or a lot, like you. Maybe.
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Added on July 3, 2013Last Updated on August 9, 2013 Tags: metaphor, day-dreaming AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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