Once I lit incense in my room
It was late afternoon
And a winter sun sat perfectly
So that my room glowed
Like wonder
A stream of smoke
Took a route of escape
To evade the uninhabited
Rooms outside my personal life
The light of few minutes
Reveals the escape artist
Suddenly a galaxy so real
Hangs in my mind
Heaven becomes a smell
A sight I'd spend my whole life
Keeping alive
Now that I write this
The sun hides behind cornfields
My incense burned out
And everything feels horribly real
Once again I must live
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: In all honesty this poem is just a retelling of an experience I had when burning incense. I always try to find joy or beauty in everything and an evening sun on top of incense smoke just made me feel so much. When in doubt, I'll write a poem.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good write F.
Yes, certain smells can remind us of certain places, and even certain people - not pongy ones! lol.
thank you! 😀
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