Friday, December 1, 2017

The Scent Of A Poem

Rating: 4.5
Gently, you open up a heart before me,
and I fill my lungs with its fragrance.
When you speak of unknown blooms,
I fantasize, how they smell in yonder lands.
When you say love, hatred, jealousy
and all other emotions have their own smell,
I believe you without a speck of doubt.
How eloquently you speak of the smell
of different ways of touching someone!
With eyes rounded to a full moon surprise,
you show me your secret possessions,
of a shred of rainbow, a cloud, a drop of rain,
and asks me to smell them.
I take them to my nose, and my mind becomes
a sky, floating with clouds.
the clouds pouring down happiness,
and each with a distinct smell.
With deft fingers you open up a flower,
and show me where it hides its sweetness.
I watch you in fond amusement,
and how I want to tell you this,
my dearest poet, I madly want to embrace you,
hold you close to my heart and know,
the scent of poetry.
But my words forsake me..
Gita Janaki
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
Jazib Kamalvi 03 December 2017
A good attempt, Gita J. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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