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Poetry Lost: distillations

by D. James McKee

I laid eyes on it
only once:
lost by careless key tap
or
whispering sleeve drift
over
button sea.

A glimpse of truth
no more.
Distillations of life

tumbling ice crystal winking
cobalt
canary
crimson;
morsing its intermittent rainbow
in all too ephemeral glory.


02/04/2008

Posted on 02/04/2008
Copyright © 2025 D. James McKee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/29/08 at 12:28 AM

I can relate to this poem for sure! Inspirational nanseconds that evaporate before becoming substantive.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/29/08 at 12:29 AM

OOPS! That should be nanoseconds I think! LOL!!

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