Fate’s Cartographer

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Fate’s cartographer must have been drunk
when he drew out my road.
Let’s raise our glasses high
to the squiggle that he wrote!
Three cheers to the whiskey,
or the vodka or the gin,
whatever magic spirit that he had within!
Sing along together
voices raised in gaiety and cheer,
a song that makes no sense,
and jumps from there to there to here!
Mimicking my crazy path,
the tune, we’ll make up as we go.
Here’s to the drunk cartographer
and a future we can not know!

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 5) Today’s topic, form and device are: Map, Ode and Metaphor

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