Midnight Oil, Turkish Tobacco, And Jasmine Incense Poem by Wes Thompson

Midnight Oil, Turkish Tobacco, And Jasmine Incense



it's sorry days not worth reliving
that keep the stars so unforgiving
on nights that seem to melt into
forgotten breaths which form the dew
upon flowers who know not of scent
nor of mans sin which they repent

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivan Donn Carswell 18 July 2007

Wes, this is a masterly piece of writing. The title is brilliant, the verse's execution right on the money. Congratulations, Ivan

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