A Little More – maxim cartography(Cartographysis)

There’s a little more, a little further and deeper,
into the heart, into an apartment shower,
rough, rogue and robust;
someone who knows
so much refuge,
the navigating
road maps of eucalyptus splitting branches,
and scroll full terrain penned
in long hands and phrases,
the bathing forest, fierce and fearsome,
Yes, a little lighter,
like the manuscript of leaves falling and decomposing,
A little more hurried,
the anxious circle motions of bulging ants and bold cicadas shouting.
suddenly fragile, suddenly flowing and earth bargaining.

There is a little more intimate in the commas of breathing, in the heavy collision of trees’ staring, the mid air traffic of twigs arching, the self conscious exchanges of shrouded light and wilder shadows,
all honest and unassuming.

Will I carry the hiker’s sketching words,
when the leaves, the raw, the cluttered and condescending leaves, are not seeing?
Ah I secretly keep the simple legend of my own interpretation, the expanse of an outdoor written in fragments at the root of all that’s sprouting!

online at: https://maxim-cartography.blog/

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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