a personal compass
hanging south instead of north,
slightly countering west
away, oh, away from here
where thaw is late in coming
perhaps another ice age
has gathered and grasps me
in its cruel claw
it shutters in its little glass case;
magnetic mentions of what drew me
to you
in the first place
how fickle was that last fall
when ticker swirled
I lost my true source
and direction
Author notes
painting by Sarah Gutworth
In a list
A contest entry
- I find the map and draw a straight line by heaven all alone.
1000 points, ended June 20, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Magnetic mentions"...ahhh, how well I know that source, that engulfing energy that draws one into the well where there can be no real, true escape. A potent penning, my Dear Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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