! ! ! ! ! Wardhan-I 'Mist of Lavender'
Do you burn incense? ?
Do you like the willowy tendrils of aroma
caressing your lithe body..
today when I smelt lavender
I thought of you and
of the possibility of smuggling the fragrance
into your realm through the many treacheries of time …
I couldn’t find any courier, carrier or courtier…
so it remains …atremble..
a captive in its glass mausoleum..
so there will be irate oracles
on tangent as their haughty nostrils
were not flooded with the waft of supplication;
there will be burials unwept
as the ephemeral balm of ritual
went sadly amiss …..
I’m resigned to a life
Undrencehed in the lavender
Of your love
till a new uprising,
till a new intrigue or
till a courtier carrier or a courier..
lighter than breath
is born …
Wardha and Rehan's project of joining pens/tabs
Comments about this poem (! ! ! ! ! Wardhan-I 'Mist of Lavender' by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin )
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