Cartography of FollyA Poem by Mia DeuserOh, how I miss you so, that I cannot let go, of the maps you wore, and the vows you swore.
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 DeuserAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2014 Last Updated on February 10, 2014 Tags: maps, secret, relationship, memory, remembering, house, dance, love, madness, insanity, folly, cartography, touch AuthorMia DeuserSão Paulo, São Paulo, BrazilAboutAll 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..Writing
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