A to Z Blog Challenge Meets NaPoWriMo
Theme: It’s the Little Things
April 20, 2015
Quintessence The embodiment, the purest distillation, the deepest spirit. The deepest spirit of a thing, like whisky’s fire and rose petal flame, purifier of dross, alloy, and half-hearted blend; too strong, so strong, like a perfect poem, well-timed and tight, on point, no peel, a nerve exposed, a currency wire. Were we the quintessence of ourselves, we might be the intensest things, the Moses of the shining face, cloth-covered and unbearable to sight: the shine, the hum, the shock, the blue-eyed energy burn.
It’s lovely. Intense too.
Thank you, Antonia. I think a lot of good poetry is intense, and so I aspire to it in my writing, I suppose.
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Thank you, Maz! I’ll stop by yours, too.