A perfume came wafting upon the breeze
That stirred the depths of my heart
Silently and swiftly encompassing me
It gave me a thrilling start
Memories came floating back to me
Of a happy, carefree past
When the same scent had meant so much to me
Of promises that were meant to last
The fragrance hovered around me
And then, slowly, did depart
As you had once, before too, done
Leaving me – a broken outcaste
Now I hated the air
The carrier of your convincing lies
Free me, O Heaven, from women one and all
And from all their binding ties
But though I drive the thoughts and smell
To the darkest recess of my mind
The perfume does linger, without the pulp
Leaving behind, the bitter rind
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2022 07:53
- Comment from author about the poem: so many times memories are evoked by a sound, smell or sight...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
You captured alot,my poem today is along the same lines,how smell dictates way more than we think.take care.
yes i agree with you. lots of memories are stirred up by just a sight, sound, or smell. would like to catch up and read your poems too..
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