SMALL THINGS HAVE A WAY OF ROLLING DOWN HILL AND BEGOMING BIG THINGS...
SCENT
Sipping morning tea,
Something new, different,
Couldn’t figure out,
Definitely something changed,
Environment of home,
Altered somehow, someway,
Concentrated, no clue,
Troubling all day,
Returned, still changed,
Finally,1 am, awaken,
Eureka, cried I,
It was a scent,
Not just any,
It was hers,
Jasmine, seabreeze mixed,
Here she been,
Traces still lingered,
More I thought,
More changes notice,
My life changed,
She was responsible,
Never again same,
Something in air,
Grinning, again tonight,
She be here,
More changes wrought,
Women, unique critters,
Beautifully, wonderfully so……….
D. J.Fr, ©,06, ....09.09, all rights reserved…….. bah, humbug……..
Nice flowing piece and I like the way you drew out the sent oops mean scent or was I right the first time? ? anyway sent or is it scent you a 10
Her fragrance like a flower has attracted the poet well and out came a beautiful poem like this.
Hey are you new to Poem Hunter.. If so welcome to PH family my dear sir! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! This is very nice to read! ! refreshing poem, .. Free flowing and smooth language. Lovely piece indeed. Wish your stay will be a long one, cause some people come, stay for few days and then leave.. This is good.. cheers and best wishes Shan
here in the IndoPAK subcontinent we have a very very common and well known saying....i transalte...without the real flavour of it 'dont kill the old mans wife...u may kill him' true @ both levels.... very well written...heart felt and touchy... a nostalgia deep rooted....and boy does it hurt... lovely penning tc
how beautifully written...your style is very much your own..
YOu tend to always remeber the way someone smells wen ur in love~they hav their own unique scent good job! even wen their miles away!
Scent …it takes a poet to allow our senses to freely indulge. Thanks
Beautifully written; a whole world in a woman's scent. Like memories that linger in the morning air, after waking up to her absence...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In later years all our senses create memories, a scent, a touch, sight, a sound, or even taste can make a return to some long gone friend or place. Lovely poem I like the structure with the short lines.