The smell of youth

sorenbarrett

The smell of youth caught in my throat

spurting memories spray a sweet acrid taste

rusting in lost fog, discarded dreams afloat

tasteless, clouds of drifting waste

 

Seams broken, leaking, swollen

up twisted nose pressing a blank wall

In evening's setting dawn's stolen

when color blind see spring in fall

 

Wrapped in vacant eggshells

chicks dream scraps of young dreams

lifted by dancing thunder's smell

echo in technicolor bubbling streams

 

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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Smell can be the most evocative of our senses and can bring back so many memories soren.

    Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Indeed so true and probably the basis of how this poem began. Thank you Andy for the read and comment.

    • orchidee

      Good write SB.
      I buy KP Eau de Trout! lol.

      • sorenbarrett

        Does it bring back the smell of youth caught in your throat? Thanks for the read Orchi

        • orchidee

          Yes lol.

        • Teddy.15

          The smell and the vision simply wonderful. 🌹

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Teddy appreciate the read.

          • rhmn_7

            It's nice that memories sometimes have a sweet acrid taste instead of a bitter one..

            • sorenbarrett

              Mixture always enhances. Thanks for the review and comment



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