No atlas can direct me towards
your destination.
No chart navigate the
route of your soul.
No instructions construct the
form of your thoughts.
No satellite track the
road of your dreams.
No compass lead me
to your source.
No chronometer mark
the passage of you.
No encyclopaedia explain
the history you mislaid
or dictionary define a
meaning of
you.
Author notes
this is an early draft - i wanted to experiment with describing my feelings
A contest entry
- Love, Love, Love by My Souls Reflection.
1200 points, ended December 1, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
do the metaphors work?
Comments
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Sweet and unsimple
It slowly pulls your heart line by line.. -
This has a sad feeling of hopelessness to it but it's very well written...
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nicly done
i like the emotion and devotion in here
thank you so much for entering my contest
and thank you for sharing your poem with me
i enjoyed it very much so.
keep up the great work
Kitty23 -
I like how this expresses the elusiveness and the undefinable qualities of true love, of feeling it and giving it. Very creative, truly inspired. Thanks for the entry. If you edit I will be here to read, but I like the emotion of the early draft. Well done.
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