Thematic Attic Thursday Finds A Magic Compass In The Attic!
We are a little late with this one.
But the door to our Thematic Attic was locked,
and it took us awhile to locate the key.
November 6th was Marooned Without a Compass Day
It asked significant questions:
Which direction will you take today?
How is your sense of direction?
Do you often find yourself going around in circles?
Do you feel hopelessly lost?
Do you know where you are?
If any of these questions describe your current state of being,
then you are in tune to this special day.
What does your poetic muse make of any one or more of these questions?
Enquiring readers want to know.
Hello and Welcome to Thematic Attic Thursday ”Marooned Without a Compass” .. For some times we do so git lost along the way .. Let your muse be so inspire and share here ta nite .. Hugs .. :love: :love:
LOST
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Feeling alone
As I lost my way
Yet I had my trusty compass to show me the way
Lost in the deep dark wood
I walk alone
Paradise maybe
But to where I was going
I did not know
Yet I let my compass lead me the way
I turn it to the east
Then to the west
North and south I already knew
Follow the sun most of the way now darkness had found me
And now I am bewilder and afraid
The sounds of the night just give me the chills
But with compass in hand
I know Ill fine my way
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Written By: Bettie Davis —————————————- © November 13 , 2o13
MAROONED WITHOUT A COMPASS
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In an uninhabited area
Have no sense of direction of just where I be
Lost in space without a compass
Which direction should I take
I do not know
Just follow the stars
Farther into the mist of time
My little space ship
Is all I have for comfort
I find my self going around in circles marooned without a compass
Have to some how find the north star
Know it will lead me home
A very lone massive pale grey dot way up in the sky
So high beyond the atmosphere of life it self
I am the lonely astronaut
The commodore
Of me ship
I ride long without leave
Just to fine the lost
Help them if I so can
I ride the solo system far and near
A great I do take into space and back again
Meteors and galaxies just can’ not comprehend yet I go
Travel though the scary black holes and exploding stars is me mission
I glade by the moon so bizarre
As it looks like a plate of cheese hummm
Wonder if
Na
I know better than than
Have came close encounter wit
Lost in space
Where beauty lies
The stars the moon the sun the planets and the me
Scientists had it
That the stars do fall
But form way up here see they just be
Yet some times do fall from one place to another but never the round
Beyond this devastating void
Mystery escapes
And the mind tend to wonder
further than immeasurable in consequence the minds travel and fireflies do fly
And I be light years away from home
Lost is space without a compass
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————————– © November 14 , 2o13