this mad science
passion, heated
& distilled
captured by drips
into a flask
left to age
& softened
by dust
settling
on the surface
darkened
by time
its contents
when opened
should sublimate
to something pure
& uncatchable
love (?)
this mad science
passion, heated
& distilled
captured by drips
into a flask
left to age
& softened
by dust
settling
on the surface
darkened
by time
its contents
when opened
should sublimate
to something pure
& uncatchable
love (?)
A more experimental (no pun intended–really) piece for me
fantastic, intelligent and witty and sweet
Thanks Kyle–I see you also wrote about drips on your blog–must say yours were a bit more volatile than these–I liked.
lol and a bit more visceral – thank you
🙂 guess I’m too chicken to comment on that one!
i really like the use of the flask in this one. great idea to work with. you worked it out superbly…:)
Thanks so much, Don
A little more sparse than my usual, but I like this one 🙂
Hmmmm… captured yet wishes to escape.
Ah–didn’t really see the longing to escape until you mentioned it–good take! It’s so there…
wow! Nice>Breathing>>Alive>>>Electric>>>>Powerful! One senses all the sciences converging here! Great poem, Susan!
Thanks much. A little less padded than my usual language (more distilled, perhaps?), but I liked the flow–glad you enjoyed.