Now this I like. Simple but starkly effective. It's distinctly visual rather than auditory in presentation, the “one place” being the heavy weight of the anchor to the left margin that you can feel tugging on each. Distinct. Word. One. Per. Line. Always. Held. Back. Until the engine revs up. And the whitespace appears.

Tastes like: a tiny-skewer-based hors d'oeuvre, from which one eats a prim black olive followed by a spicy, zesty pickle.

Thanks for writing, author.

Bit of visual flair. I'm not sure if the shape of the poem, aside from the long indentation, is meant to evoke anything. Given the title, I'm trying to think through playing cards or Alice in Wonderland, but I'm not coming up with anything. A generalized thing without a concrete set of circumstances, but it still feels pretty relatable.

Verse takes us
World...........................Wide
As we sit
At home.

>>Light_Striker, >>Pascoite

I Compound the Red Queen

I had some time left after editing Life's Work Undone so I threw a few more into the ring. This is just a riff on the Red Queen's remark in Through the Looking Glass, again echoing the frustration of managing a move. Thanks for the reviews!