Like Sweet Aroma Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Like Sweet Aroma
Remember the leaping stream of the hours
Each thought that comes like sweet aroma
Magic of the roots never in coma
Like petals of a rose or wild flowers
Something that you give of words golden clay
Meeting of expressions in a line you picked
Notion in versification or not strict
What comes through your heart and mind each day
Time is a giver of gifts from the earth
Tickets to solemn or passionate roots on
Thorns to be broken in words that it mends
What you convey bear sometimes its worth
Keeping the perfume till to thin air it's gone
Essence to the heart and each of its blends
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5/4/2024 9:12:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you so much for your words. Old books have sometimes ‘scents of memories’ written in them too. For example, I’ve some old secondhand books – that were used to dry flowers in…; -)