Cartography of Folly

Cartography of Folly

A Poem by Mia Deuser
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Oh, how I miss you so, that I cannot let go, of the maps you wore, and the vows you swore.

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I'm mapping your random vessels,
Imagining against the yesterlights,
The treacherous echo of you,
Calling it to dance our tarantellas �"
Choreographed ballets, for imaginary
Dancing birds, wasting life inside
Wooden quarters, safes, forgotten homes of
Archaic anatomy, the Once: when we laid,
Backbones resting zealously atop boring tiles,
The absence of the spirited, elastic lawn, covered
In frost, in seasonal licks, "We are", you declare,
"Enough.", toying happiness as if it was a meek affair,
Masking my silence, of times I didn't know,
Ago of youths, charting our disasters, forgetting
Essential organs too, buried within fruity flesh,
And as your bruised lungs airpaint reality
With their heavy breathing, agreeable natures,
The back yard's wildflowers fade, I am
I'm unseen, and to the drums of your ears
I become my selves/I sing insane.

© 2014 Mia Deuser


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Mia Deuser
When we were enough...
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This is a splendidly emotional piece, but not in the traditional romanticist way that most write. It's unique and well worded. Overall a great write. Kudos!

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10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much! I am really truly honoured and glad you thought so, and cared as much as to .. read more

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Added on February 10, 2014
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Tags: maps, secret, relationship, memory, remembering, house, dance, love, madness, insanity, folly, cartography, touch

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Mia Deuser
Mia Deuser

São Paulo, São Paulo, Brazil



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All in all, the same changing self. But there are things I find I love through time: bones, leaves, botany, cinema, dust, coins, pigeons, suitcases, colours, the sea, fireflies, astronomy, anatomy,.. more..

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