Saturday, December 14, 2019

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.


3 comments:

  1. I get the feeling a death has occurred with the variation between the first and last stanzas. These lines stand out for me: "drifts of distant memory;
    grief can never quell."

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  2. There is no sense that is stronger than scent to carry a memory.

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  3. I love the refrain, the scents with their hint of sadness always there to remind you of those memories. Wishing you the best of the new year! Thank you.

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