The Map

October 3, 2012
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As I lie in bed
And poem and song race wildly through my head
I glance at the map that hangs above my desk

I study the map
I stare at it shapes
I look at is curves and corners
And lines and dots
At is bold printed words

And realize something, as admire it beauty
It shapes aren't shapes but continents
I look are curves and realize they aren’t curves but coastlines
The corners are countries
; the lines are river and boundaries; dots are river and cities
And the bold printed words:
The name that label the earth

Flooded or realization overtakes me,

The God the create this is so great
The Man that create is a being un-stoppable

After staring a little while longer,
I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep,
And dream of the places that map can take me

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so_joy said...
Nov. 29, 2012 at 2:29 pm
That is such a cool idea! Great writing! Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! It would mean a lot :) Thanks!
Larkbird This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 19, 2012 at 9:19 pm
Hi, I like your style of writing too, i especially like the line you talk about in the descritption, thank you for reading my writing. I hope to see more of your posts :) .
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