This piece had a wonderful haiku quality to it. Charming. Delightful. Engaging. Imaginative. It reminded me of the movie "The Fifth Element," in which "The Deity" was personified as a quirky character portrayed by Milla Jovovich. The most intriguing line: "Beautiful destruction lie wake in its path." What a powerfully contradictory phrase.
I had the good fortune, many years ago (circa1987), to be given of a copy of the film "The Double Helix," with Jeff Goldblum as Jim Watson and Tim Pigott-Smith as Francis Crick — though it was Juliet Stevenson as Rosalind Franklin who (in my mind, anyway) "stole the show." My thought-processes raced back to that near-ancient video presentation as I read your "poetic look at the pioneer of stem cell research ." I especially liked your phrase "Jacobs New Ladder," which inserted both a Biblical and a literary device into your work. Nicely done. Well thought-out. And much appreciated.
I read this piece several times, captivated by its fluidity, both in words and imagery. (I felt a bit like a curious kitten splashing into a fish bowl, teased by the golden glitter ballet of a tropical fish. . . only to leave with my paw wet and empty.)
It seems that there is more to “Dewdrops” that I can quite grasp. But, perhaps, it is that lurking mystery that intrigues me most . . . Nicely done.
An imaginative and curious mosaic of words and images. Quite striking. Like a shattered stained glass window from which bewitching images emerge, slyly.
This piece was wonderfully poignant and vulnerable – a nice mix of literary effort and just-below-the-surface emotion. (Trust me, not everyone can balance that duet.) Being that you are a first-time Writing.com contributor, I am quite impressed. Please continue to share your work. W.com is a great, creative community, filled with coaches, mentors and cheerleaders (as well as friends) to encourage you along.
We have met literarily – and literally – before. But this piece? Darker than most. And, yet, with an oddly redemptive quality about it. Like a cool, clear cleansing rain after a steamy volcanic eruption.
Well-done – in that brutally honest way, if you know what I mean.
What a whirlwind. What a roller-coaster ride. What a train-wreck, without survivors. You have literally -- and literarily -- crafted a helter-skelter, tornado-like, take-no-prisoners word-ride, and we aren’t in Kansas anymore, are we? It seems that every line is a ham-fisted jab at the reader’s jutted glass jaw. (“SMACK!”) Taking no prisoners. At the same time you invite the reader in – you kick him/her out. You are either courageous or crazy – or both. No matter. I am all the better for letting this piece bend my brain into a markedly marvelous maze.
Thank you for that . . . pardon me if I catch my breath!
I read this while listening to Natalie Merchant's "Carnival," so - perhaps - her singing has swayed my thinking. But this piece strikes me as song-like; playful, but with a secret side.
The lines (to me) most striking:
"kerneled in that perfect center
and burrowing deeper still."
Deep, indeed . . .
Thank you for sharing - one hopes that you continue to do so, here at W.com
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