Hmm, sounds like the secret entrance to a fairy land through dreams. I like the comparison to your heart like a stolen map. When I read that part, I looked up at the image and I can see the words reflecting in her sleeping position.
Rene, as always your poems are incredible. Love these words. Miss seeing your other humourous writings. With nothing here in a few months, I am sadly going to stop following you (for now) but do let me know if.when you start writing more again. Wishing you a wonderful 2016! :)
keith haring via magpie tales so which way are you up for? have you got yourself a hunch or a notion? go on and twirl your own pinwheel signpost or hop a ride on a boxcar sideshow so which way are you up for? your toes tripping up on compass roses? true north is them good shoes that brought you through narrow streets that defined & confined truth so which way are you up for? blaze a trail that inspires & ignites hope light a fire for the lost to come find you so which way are you up to, which way are you up for? 2014-Rene
I love the images this evokes...the hummingbird's wings, the veins of the heart as roadmaps.
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I feel the course of the hummingbirds fly is exactly the kind of map you'll have with a broken heart.
ReplyDelete"fold up my heart like a stolen map" - I love it!
ReplyDeleteSuch a passionate write :D
ReplyDeletelovely and romantic. the photo is fitting!
ReplyDeletePerfect, Rene.
ReplyDeleteOh I adore this...especially folding up our hearts like a map...nice.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally in love with this poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful image you have penned.
ReplyDeletecrispy words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image!
ReplyDeleteNice read
ReplyDeleteWe were both inspired by tiny flying creatures!
ReplyDeleteInteresting images!
ReplyDeleteI love it, short and full of charm!
ReplyDeleteSterling images!
ReplyDelete15 words to pack one wallop! You win!
ReplyDeleteHmm, sounds like the secret entrance to a fairy land through dreams. I like the comparison to your heart like a stolen map. When I read that part, I looked up at the image and I can see the words reflecting in her sleeping position.
ReplyDeleteNow this is a curious mystery , i must think some more on it , but its got me in
ReplyDeleteLike a stolen map...oh that's lovely...
ReplyDeleteNice little piece
ReplyDeleteThe two images lay so sweetly together!
ReplyDeleteSometimes they just travel all over it, don't they.
ReplyDeletewell done !
ReplyDeletefold up my heart like a stolen map. that is friggin awesome. I might steal that for personal use. YOU HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED.
ReplyDeletelovely!
ReplyDeleteRene, as always your poems are incredible. Love these words. Miss seeing your other humourous writings. With nothing here in a few months, I am sadly going to stop following you (for now) but do let me know if.when you start writing more again. Wishing you a wonderful 2016! :)
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