Sunday, December 9, 2012

Cartography

Lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...one of his best...

These words fall hot from the atmosphere, 
burn through the page like meteors,
quietly shuffle among themselves,
visually represent the area between,
highlight intersections
with a lipstick smudge or tear ―
because X always marks the spot.
Read my willing palm, 
see the rhythms and regularities
span natural contours.
We come together,
fit curved like a globe, 
some kind of oracle,
where continents and seas
connect singular dots,
chart the attraction,
fold hips, point scale,
like a map.

tk/December 2012

40 comments:

  1. ,,, navigating this map could be a little tricky.

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  2. Excellent. A milestone piece!

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    1. Thank you...honored you think so, kind sir...

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  3. I love this! I never looked at maps with such potential, but will always see them differently now!

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  4. I enjoyed reading your poem...what a flow

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  5. "You can learn a lot from Lydia!" :-)

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    1. The taaaa-ttooed lady...don't get me started...I'll be singing it for a week...

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  6. Great words excellently mapped out.

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  7. The moods of one person may be poles apart.

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  8. Neat poem, stunning topography.

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  9. wow- lovely words- especially-
    "We come together,
    fit curved like a globe,"
    Wonderful when that happens.......

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  10. Sensual... I especially like the same section as Kathe.

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  11. I have always been fascinated by maps and love the word cartography. a lovely combination, your words, the mapped body.

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  12. Hmm, I've never wanted to go to South Africa so bad...lol

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  13. Love the prompt, Tess...very inspiring.

    Your take on it is wonderful...I love this:

    "Read my willing palm,
    see the rhythms and regularities
    span natural contours."

    Very sensual beautiful piece.

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  14. that's hot. just like the equator.

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  15. Oh lovely stuff Tess - very sensual.

    Anna :o]

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  16. NUMBER 32

    To be a map
    is sexy not,
    the map a trap
    if awe you’ve got.

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  17. A truly elegant affair! A must read again...

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  18. I love the last three lines, but the whole is beautiful.

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  19. A lady to rule the world daintily described. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  20. Gotta love navigating the human form. Loved this.
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  21. A sizzling map of love here Tess...X always marks the spot indeed! :-)

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  22. Certainly on the right path with this one.......!

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  23. Lovely!
    "We come together,
    fit curved like a globe"
    Awww.. how nice!

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  24. ..for sure i will never get lost... what a fond exploration...

    smiles..

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  25. Such a delightful sail through your vision today!

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  26. If the space wasn't already taken, I'd love that tattoo.

    Great poem - excellent rhythm, and I like the way it wanders about. Most poems sort of drive on to one point, but this hits many.

    As always, R.A.D. executes brilliantly. I love the way he sounds almost angry at the end.

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    1. Yes, brilliant. I love how he builds at the end with a breathless kind of urgency.

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  27. I'll never think of maps of just pieces of paper to fold up and shove in my glove compartment again! What a sensual piece, and the reading was brilliant!

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  28. Styarting to wish i had studied cartography.

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  29. Thank you for taking the time to read, and leave such encouraging comments. You're the best, dear peeps...

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