Think Of Lilacs, Clover And Rain Poem by David Whalen

Think Of Lilacs, Clover And Rain



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Think of the scent of Cinnamon
Close your eyes and be transported
Back in time…
Your Mom with a trace
Of flour on her face
Sprinkles of tiny wrinkles that resemble
Those… now on mine

Think of the scent of fresh brewed coffee
Think of the chipped cup
In your mom’s chapped hands…
The sizzle of bacon
That has gently taken
You back to the those long lost lands

Allow no word to be spoken
Lest the spell be broken
This transport cross
The fabric of time

Just relax and enjoy it
Allow the mind to employ it
That mysterious mechanism…
That time refracting prism…
That time travel machine

…That resides in your mind…

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Saturday, August 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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