For We Write Poems Prompt #14 make a list
First, must unwind bound scroll of fine paper,
unroll it, lie it flat atop large table, or desk.
Secure it there with books, or heavy smoothed
stones garnered, then brought home from life’s
travels. And so begin to make a map, to mark
the making of choices, noting the how, the why,
and the when, they each came into being.
Use black bold-line pen to shape each boundary,
form them, clearly outlined as they snuggle against
one another, always touching, changing, connected.
Then, with soft lead pencil, create uneven hatch
marks denoting mountains defined, climbed,
while others will always remain, unexplored
and never ventured.
With soft crumbly charcoal stick, shade deep
valleys of restful breezes, and rocky canyons
where careful step is needed. Using harder
lead, draw spider web of river courses, bending
line of highways that intersect, then wander off
in deliberately owned directions. Path
of intermittent slashes to signify tangents
taken, some that went somewhere, others
that end in cul de sacs.
Numerous wavy lines of heat rising, lead
to desert places, where life owns different
faces, not always readily visible. Might need
to dig out colored pencils to fill in dark green
forests filled with wild things met and named
as friends, while still others are unknown,
but waiting. Don’t forget the wetlands, a base
of blue bordered by tint of fecund green, for life
rich in nurture, but always some danger of fast
moving, prey seeking creatures.
After filling that fine linen paper with grafted
and drafted topography, must display a compass
that points toward four sacred directions:
North for Knowledge and Wisdom;
East for spiritual truth that rises like the sun;
South for Emotions, the Child within;
and West for a Future Unknown.
Then we will sit to sip weather ordained
beverages, for only then can we begin
to fill in gaps, to tell,
the rest of the story.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/11/10