My Map – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem using the word or any of its forms – map.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Mapping Out Our Poems

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“Massage is the study of anatomy in braille.” Jack Meagher

My Map

You talk to me of maps,
those creased folds of 
two dimensional hope,
but my map is different,
I can trace her contours
feel her heart, her pulse,
the softness of her skin,
I can see the road to perdition
and descend in love. 


Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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23 responses to “My Map – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    YOWZA-YOWZA-!

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  2. Oh! That Meagher quote is a fantastic kickoff. This is swoony.

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  3. Beautiful, although i would not follow your path to perdition, Paul! ,-) Best wishes, Michael

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  4. Yours is a beautiful map, Paul. I think many of us would give up ‘those creased folds of two dimensional hope’ for a map with contour, heart and pulse.

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  5. Paul, this is so good, especially the closing line.

    Like

  6. Oh, I think such a map is much more true.

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  7. I was expecting the descent into love but not the road to perdition.

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  8. Oh, lovely. What an enticing map!

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  9. Ooh la la, my kind of map and well worth the cost.

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