There are no words…Mapmaker transcends from poem to dream and back again. And like a dream, it stays with you while you are awake. It finds its home deeply rooted in the place where only memories live and experiences that have no words. Yet you have found a way to express them.
There are no words…Mapmaker transcends from poem to dream and back again. And like a dream, it stays with you while you are awake. It finds its home deeply rooted in the place where only memories live and experiences that have no words. Yet you have found a way to express them.
I am so touched by this, thank you so much.
Margo, this poem is a treasure, a force both soft and strong. Your language is eloquent yet plain spoken. Congrats on placing in the contest.
Thank you!
This is moving, disturbing. and a lot to process. Must be reread.
When I read "Mapmaker," the song "Matchmaker, Matchmaker," started playing in my head, but I tend to see the world as One Big Musical.
I love that! Sing on!
I’m so sorry to hear that you’re a fellow traveler and wish you and yours all the kindness and care in the world.