Thursday, January 7, 2016

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/

7 comments:

  1. SmeLLinG DanCinG
    roManCinG SinGinG
    waRrioRinG tRiaLinG
    lifTinG
    spiRiTinG
    dAnCinG
    liFinG n0w
    parlanCinG
    freeDominG
    coMinG feaT
    sWeet feeTinG
    aGain..
    aLive
    aSonG..:)

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  2. Oh that smell.. so much memories in those clothes, and only afterwards are we aware how much it smells....

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  3. I found your poem quite stirring. Did you mean to match the cadence to music in the background? If so, that is what I felt when I read your poem. Thank you.

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    1. No, I did not intend music but rhyme and rhythm are natural companions for music.

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  4. This really pulls at the heart-strings, in a very musical way. I am left with the scent of regret.

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