shadow topography
disorients, deceptive
black map suspends
us with starlight along
dark paths. stumbles
fall in dream-
less sleep to
dawn. arise
now blank
slate upon
which to
draw dawn’s
sunlight topography,
earth’s dirty receptivity.
in rainbow geometry,
kernels germinate to
blossom-scented reign.
top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art
Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson) is today’s dVerse’ host of Quadrille Monday. De says:
Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and containing some form of the word map.
Tao Talk 
“dawn’s
sunlight topography”
— well, that’s just gorgeous! Love it.
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Thanks, De!
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“now blank
slate upon
which to
draw dawn’s
sunlight topography,”
Gratefull that each day gifts us.
Much💖love
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Thank you very much, Gillena, same here ❤
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That’s a neat shape poem, Lisa, and I like the idea of shadow topography and black maps. One way to find the path through our dreams, I suppose. I like these lines I particular:
‘now blank
slate upon
which to
draw dawn’s
sunlight topography,
earth’s dirty receptivity.’
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Thanks much, Kim!
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Love ‘rainbow geometry ‘! Each new day is a blank slate to draw our own map.
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For sure, Punam, thanks so much.
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Sunlight topography and rainbow geometry
wonderful phrases here, Lisa.
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So glad you enjoy them, Merril, thank you ❤
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You’re very welcome, Lisa!
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Mapping has never been more lovely …
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Helen, thank you ❤
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Ooh I love this (poem) and “kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign”. Wonderful ending.
I love the shape of the poem as well.
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Thanks much, Melissa, glad you like it.
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i appreciate your poetic style here, Lisa, and admit that i’d be at a loss to interpret the mirror image 🙂
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Lynn, dawn brings a blank slate for each. Fill in as desired 🙂 Thanks for reading and your comment.
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I wonder if night does erase the day before. It’s an intriguing idea. (K)
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I think it does especially on dreamless nights…
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Just not to trust the old standbys anymore, the shadow topography disorients, and the black map is deceptive.
Best go on instinct and memory.
Nice poem.
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Jim, I like the way you see the poem. Thanks.
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Love this part: draw dawn’s
sunlight topography. Wonderful day to begin.
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So glad you like that part, Grace, thank you ❤
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Beautiful and evocative poetry Li.
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Thank you very much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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I like how the shape looks like an hourglass – mapping the uncharted day…
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Thank you, Truedessa. I tried to make it look like that but not as skillfully as I’ve seen others do their shape poems.
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Very nicely done, Lisa!
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Thanks, Dwight! I also saw on fb that you planted your tomatoes 🙂
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Yes, it was a gorgeous day to do it. They were very hardy and had good roots.
I heard from my MI friends that you had snow yesterday!!??
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I didn’t see snow here but it sure was cold enough to snow 😦
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Brrr!
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Rainbow geometry 😍 Your poem reminds me of an aurora borealis. 🥰
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Aboli, what a gorgeous comparison, thanks so much ❤
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What a wonderful map to live your life by.
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❤
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I love the idea of oneself as a blank slate, at the start of each day.
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Me too, Rosemary ❤
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