Noticing an Evening

Forrest

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

  • Author: fb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2024 01:46
  • 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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  • orchidee

    Good write F.
    Yes, certain smells can remind us of certain places, and even certain people - not pongy ones! lol.

    • Forrest

      thank you! 😀



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