Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Landmarks

Without a word, she dropped
to the ground.
It was one thing to capture
photos from the sidewalk,
but the best angles
were from above.

The neighborhood totems
weren’t hard to find,
like wooden carvings
on a wooden tree,
they stuck out
from their origins.

They marked the places
she spent her day
like pushpins in a map,
souvenirs of errands ran.

She documented them;
they became hers.






10 comments:

  1. Nice poem. I like " They marked the places she spent her day like pushpins in a map, souvenirs of errands ran." I like to think of landmarks as markers of our travels.

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    1. It's always cool for me when they become personal, even when I know so many other people probably have the same landmarks.

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  2. What a wonderfully creative take on the prompts! I particularly love the last two lines. Nicely done! :)

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  3. I loved this poem which so effortlessly illustrated the prompts. Janna is right the lines which she quotes are magic.
    Cheerio, Jane

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