Thursday, February 25, 2010

Compass


there is a point

an arrow blatantly directing the way
through thickets and thorns
abrasions foreseen
crossing the path of destruction

no avoidance,
there is only one way
hard as the path grows
steep as the mountain inclines
up, over, but there is no sideways

braced, barren,
unprepared
encompassing the rigid
road ahead,
convinced,
the compass must be broken.

26 comments:

  1. i always have to scroll down to your profile to see if this is the "simple girl" blog. Aint nothing simple about this....

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  2. you must go up the hill to see the view, and enjoy the easy slope back down...and sometimes the compass does not make sense, i agree. nice.

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  3. take the compass apart with itty bitty screw driver and get rid of some pieces and throw the rest in a drawer somewhere to be forgotten
    - good idea Kay!
    :)

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  4. And, the GPS is screwed, too.

    Seriously, I felt this one to the bone.

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  5. The compass can tell you which direction not to follow as easily as where you think you have to go. The compass really shouldn't decide. I like the poem though.

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  6. Your writings, though not frequent, have become of my faves...
    I must say this rocks... ;)

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  7. I enjoyed this poem, Kay.

    Margie :)

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  8. Damn compass. Oh for the power to change due north! Uunfortunately I'm not that magnetic.

    Struck a chord with me on this one Kay!

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  9. but the good thing about a broken compass..

    good sense, we can always turn around and go home

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  10. Who needs a compass? Enjoy each day as it comes....that includes the good, bad and ugly. Sometimes a day will be a bit sideways leaving you confused, or even straight up hill leaving you exhausted...ahhh but the best are the days that you just coast....love it...Hugs

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  11. And I'm all for breaking that compass. Why should I only have to go up and ahead? What if I do want to go sideways? What if I want to stop climbing? Lots to think about... and an interesting idea behind it all. But most haunting is your first line... "there is a point"

    Nevine

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  12. broken compass, why didn't i think of that. but then again, sometimes we need the thorns for reasons as yet unknown...

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  13. Walking in a straight line was never my thing. Usually I walk around in circles... :) But I seem to be making my way ahead anyway, somehow... Though I love maps, compasses just irritate me. I liked this poem very much. /Jo.

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  14. This poem took me down memory lane when I crossed the Atlantic on a yacht and had some trouble working the compass. Well, analogy only :-))) Dear one, I am still in Florida however it is extremely cold. Till now I have been to the beaches roughly 5 times. Wished it would have been more. I was there by sun, rain and some weird cold mist and heavy winds. Not however in a bathing suit - still white like cottage cheese :-))) Have a beautiful weekend

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  15. thanks for the birthday wishes :)

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  16. Ah, I love this! I think sometimes the only way to get somewhere is to ignore the compass. Greatpost!

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  17. Wow. awesome. totally awesome. when I read this and see you picture looking as if you're deep in thought....I think Loud Silence is a right on name for this blog. Thank you Kay. Sarah

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  18. WHAT compass? Oh wait! I get the point...

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  19. You made me totally forget my disgust at objective poems. Take a bow, Kay.

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  20. I like very much the philosophy that drives the poem. The lines are artfully constructed. It all works extremely well.

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  21. This is a cool poem, and the last line is great. The compass could be broken, or it could be an injunction to break the compass. The reader will decide which she prefers. Very cool.

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  22. throw it away and travel with your heart to guide the way.

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  23. Your work has been plagiarized:
    http://mkalkunte.blogspot.com/2010/03/compass.html

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