Time

Time stood silent, watching;
all senses were aroused,
and in the moment keening
my soul the day devoured.

Spirit did then languish,
lost in space and hours,
all sanity was vanguished,
full madness did carouse.

Nothing was remembered,
all that lived was dead,
destiny had driven deep;
the page completely read.
 

Abandon

Abandon hope, they cried,
and yet my heart asked why?
Why should, or could, or
would we ever abandon hope

when it remains the door we
open, to usher in the light,
to allow bright streams of
sunshine to wander in through

shadows, to warm the soul in
places dark and fearsome; to
allow us to stand and walk
outside, away from the place

where we have hidden, and
huddled against hope, denied
the truth that wherever we
might be; whatever we might

feel, or hear, or sense, or even
know, that there is always
hope, waiting; eyes shining,
arms open wide, spirit still

laughing in the face of grief,
our comforter and solace...
which cannot be abandoned,
even as we think it might.

http://margoroby.com/2016/01/12/poem-tryouts-abandon-ye/

Scent

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance requites.

In aromatic envelope,
your body lingers still,
drifts of distant memory;
grief can never quell.

In fabric folded gift,
clothes no longer worn,
you stay with me eternal;
lost life forever torn.

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance denied.

http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/05/scents-that-linger/