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/
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/
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Oh that smell.. so much memories in those clothes, and only afterwards are we aware how much it smells....
ReplyDeleteQuite a pleasing write :)
ReplyDeleteSweet memories
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteNo, I did not intend music but rhyme and rhythm are natural companions for music.
DeleteThis really pulls at the heart-strings, in a very musical way. I am left with the scent of regret.
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