This poem had me thinking of my days at sea school. We had to learn to Box the Compass. Standing in front of a binnacle we would rattle off all 32 points in a clockwise direction. I discovered something else about this expression on my first trip to sea. When the ships rudder broke mid-ocean, causing us to drift, I asked the bosun what was happening, he replied, 'We're boxing the compass, boy.''i think i prefer a kompass with a ki think it should always be that way.'Good luck with the re-calibrations.from 51-30 N 0-17 Ex
Klick-Kat's kompassgives koordinates thatcoordinatepast and presentfrom 30-05 N 95-29 W;][my brother is...]boxing the compass-circus clown laughterforceful interjectioncarnival ride tail-spincontrives pious directionswhirlwind courses thatassert arrogation of womenboxing arena inbig top coordinates givenThanks Klick-Kat for your inspiring seafarer's story! :D
I hope things 're improving. I'll email you 't the weekend.BTW th'nks for the poems 'nd your comments on my flickr p'ge. They 're re'lly 'ppreci'ted. Sorry for 'll the missing 's. I think th't I h've ' biscuit crumb stuck underne'th th't key.x P'ul.
WOW! Another powerful and upsetting poem, strong images! The compass is a good image. I mean poetic images, but the artwork is lovely and strong too!I am way behind on my email/commenting etc--we've been busy away from home and the internet.
Blindly navigating! The second image looks thorny and dangerous!
How is it going now, with your brother? You? Your Dad?
Boy isn't that true about crying when you don';t get enough sleep--I hope things are better for you! I also tend to feel constantly overwhelmed when I don't get enough sleep! Lack of sleep exacerbates pain. I hope you get things worked out with your Mom and your brother and YOURSELF!So much to contend with.
I miss your art--but don't let that be one more pressure on you!
That first image--WOW! Gets me every time.Just checking in.
Chemical components clash and crash and corrode, but love and peaceful jurisdiction (saying what you feel is true) pays the fevered brain this wonderful compliment:You have Reason: reason for being, reason for feeling how you feel, reason for doing what you've done, and those reasons may not shake mountains but they DO shape the inner worlds which cause us tears---tears of joy and pain and also of fear...
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