chart a course

chart a course

A Poem by Emily B
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too new

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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
 

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
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.

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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 ?

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I want to place my trust in the living word today..
perhaps I'll allow my pouch to fill w/ its blessings
and this time I might know what to do w/ the seeds

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Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

your feet already know...

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the idea of golden revelations... and such visions draw me on too

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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