in this hemisphere of time
where years are lost in discoveries
of beauty,
and days spent in the reverie
of those youthful dreams —
i map out the latitudes&longitudes (of longing)
on my body, to find the passage of my thirst,
lining experiences&exigencies on the shore
of all that was, and all that could have been,
now lost.
where do i begin, if i do not know
where i need to go?
.
© Anmol Arora
1 April 2019
(Inter)National Poetry Month
“I map out the latitudes & longitudes (of longing) on my body,” .. this is gorgeous and a poem all on its own 😀 Masterly done! ❤️
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Ah, but are we Alice, or are we the cat, or perhaps the scariest of them all, what if we are none?
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