Globe Trotter

She painted maps on her arms,

Latitudes, longitudes, legends and symbols

Her eyes did all the traveling

Places she dreams of treading in ballet slippers

And yellow gum boots

She, her eyes, they swam

In the ocean, in tears, in a combination of guilt, regret, spilled blood.

The rivers are red, the cities dark

And borders, invisible, countries merging.

Her fingers tire, walking all day

Sao Paulo, Bombay, Normandy

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9 thoughts on “Globe Trotter

  1. & This Poem Made Me Confused. o_0 Good Write, Good Write. 😀

  2. I’ve read this in your journal I think… eh?
    This reads of anticipation chica.

  3. abichica says:

    amazing.. 🙂

  4. Glen says:

    One of the best I’ve read. I like this very much.

  5. willowdot21 says:

    Hay to the traveller hey to the world. Lovely poem.

  6. asoulwalker says:

    I really like this.


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