they sat her down
up right
the world's polarity
levelled
within :: her
eye
shot
the question
(never)
left
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i pieced this poem together in december, it is now up in elimae. (http://www.elimae.com/new.html)
special thanks to those who commented on the poem in the hidden workshop, where 'compass/ion' found its final shape: Michael K. White, Susan Gibb, Carol Reid, Lynda Montgomery Parsons, Finnegan Flawnt, Tiffany R. White
by virtue of geography, i get to be the first to comment on this piece by a 'young poet', with its extraordinary use of space and visual clues. marvelous.
thanks! the 'young poet' felt extraordinarily flattered reading this.
you need to check in with Derek Osborne first before assuming this identity - if he understands you, you may not qualify.
Exceptional work, Dorothee. The form is wonderful. Great piece.
yes. star.
Sam and Gary: thanks for the kind words.
it took several versions until i reached this shape, and i guess those earlier versions are like layers, still there in the spaces.
In the end, it's what you meant it to be. Well done, Dorothee.
congratulations!
Like watching a slow beautiful rain on a lily pond.
Nice job. I enjoyed.
thanks so much for the feedback! - and for the rain on a lily pond.
nice one, doro
Oh, very nice. Love especially the title.
My favorite goddess, Kuan Yin, the goddess of compassion, is egging me on to invent a Kuan Yin award for this.