Putrid, Cinnamon And Wine Poem by Wullien Thang

Putrid, Cinnamon And Wine



Flared up nose
Awakened memories
Sweet past home
Bangs of pain

Regrets.

Smells of sweet food,
no, it's just rotten food.
Is it cinnamon?
I feel the sweetness of alcohol.
Grandma's food, grandma's house
grandma's smell, sweet memories lost.

(not finished yet...)

Monday, September 30, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: food,memories
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