Crystal Clarity

It happens in a blink,

Straight from the source,

And vanishing as fast,

To evaporate as a dream,

Yet lingering awhile,

As a haunting regret,

Unlamented, forgotten,

Remembered nonetheless.

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

If your poem was coloured, it would be slate grey, the colour of dirty water. This poem is as clear as mud. You know I am liking your sense of humour. It is wacky and your poetry is refreshing Dylan.

Chris

[Dylan Macadham]

Could it be that mud is in the eye of the beholder ? that you have yet to experience it ?
Thanks Chris ...I think :)haha

[Chris Shaw]

Maybe I didn't see what you saw. Maybe I didn't feel what you felt, but that doesn't mean I didn't like what I read :) lol

[Chris Shaw]

I have come back to this piece. Maybe this is about light and meditation. Not something I am familiar with :)

[Dylan Macadham]

Hi pal, thanks for your interest :)
It's nothing to do with spirituality, etc., just one of those exceedingly rare clear-glimpses of "Reality" that flashes on and off in a blink.
~Dylan