Alambic
August 29th, 2007 by 
dani
If I pour myself into an alambic,
lock myself within shining copper containers
and boil down under pressure,
what concentrate would distill out?
Vapors of sweet goodness and honesty,
kindness and understanding,
condensing into quintessential droplets
of eau-de-vie and pure love?
What refuse of me would remain
black and charred at the bottom?
And so liberated, transformed, would a scent of freedom
then filter out untethered through the open window
into limitless spaces?
Posted in Poetry | 
August 31st, 2007 at 7:24 am
I posted this link on PT. Hiope you don’t mind.
I lik this. I will come and read it again.
August 31st, 2007 at 8:49 am
I love this! The final sentence catches me by surprise even though I was right there with you during the earlier lines.