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The Scent of Your Soul

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The scent of your soul A caramelised breeze of fruit odours reverberating softly through my memory Throwing me right back in ninth grade where we sat side by side Your right arm reaching slightly for my back. Thoughts of you dwell in my mind and your name resonates gently with my spirit carrying me back to the shade of purple orchids in evergreen woods. Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee-beans and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind. Such revoked moments of unknown danger Of fearless dreams , and defiant fun. Other moments of beauty and snow angels Of freedom and moonlights ,sunrise and life. I can still recall those weeks ,months ,years till footprints marked separate paths and our shared candles became the past. Ah those lazy siestas, those days...those nights... Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice -cream parlour Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup Fresh as the linen of your shirt which haunts me like an alluring glance of almond - shaped eyes. This afternoon, like other afternoons, I walk to the library that knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own. That fragrance 's gone now . All that is left is a fading perfume of forgotten petals, between old books and dusty shelves. Nobody here, except my silence and a rotten sliced apple , Vacuum- packed ,lacking both cinnamon and spice. Back home, the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips to play once more ,upon the worn out chords of my heart What willI play , What will I sing , a song that isn't ours ? Fermented wine I pour into an empty glass Yearning to taste the grape for what it was before all it was turned bitter, acidic and sour. Alone , I wonder where you might be So far or not so distant ,listening to the mood in my voice on once upon a record player, Wishing on a star ?

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/24/2015 8:55:00 PM

Love this, Charmaine... all of these lines are stunning ..I particularly like "Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup" such unique ways of expressing these moments and how they shape you! Beautiful work! Always, Laura

Wilma Neels

Date: 8/18/2015 9:25:00 AM

This is a beauty Charma, lovely imagery as well :) thank you for the repost.. I think I missed it the first time.. Enjoy the week ahead

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/12/2015 8:47:00 AM

You should have entered this beautiful piece Charmaine.

Kevin Leake

Date: 8/7/2015 8:50:00 AM

Beautifully written Charma, Again you make so much emotion with your beautiful words Best wishes Kevin

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/4/2015 12:56:00 AM

Such imagery, Charma. that is your forte. This does sound very familiar to me!! Good idea to repost it for the many who did not get to see it. Leonora was telling me that I was creative because I was left brained but actually it is the right brained who are creative. A left brained person is practical and writes with their right hand. Are you a right hander or left hander. I would love to know. You sure do your poems as if you are right brained!!!(very creative)

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 8/4/2015 6:59:00 AM

I am a left hander..You coulf easily guess if you saw my chicken hand writing : ). Tnks for your uplifting comments.. I will send you an email this week dear..Have to share something with you .. Re creative you truely are Andrea.

Constance La France

Date: 8/3/2015 1:29:00 PM

Charmaine, your write is full of beautiful words and lines, of yearning love and sadness, a stunning 7

Bill Lindsay

Date: 8/2/2015 10:28:00 AM

"... to play once more ,upon the worn out chords of my heart " - oh, nostalgia; no balm can soften thee :/

Nette Onclaud

Date: 8/1/2015 1:18:00 PM

i feel the sweet fragrance of love in this mellow song, charms... glad you brought it back.. huggs

The Grahamburglar

Date: 7/31/2015 8:15:00 PM

I wish I could figure out how to write so that my words would just float along like this. It's so elegant. I think it fits perfectly the melancholy nostalgia of the piece. Then there's the textures, the smells, the colors, emotions...this is just full of everything you want in a compelling write. Easy 7, and thank you for (re?)sharing this one.

Eric Boddie

Date: 7/31/2015 7:04:00 PM

memories of young Love....they are the greatest there ever was....the above the rim soundtrack hits heavy on my heart....I think it was 12th grade on a fbla convention where they start....;(

Jan Allison

Date: 7/31/2015 6:36:00 PM

wow Charma you really should submit this I got a chill down my spine reading this it appeals to all the sense - outstanding my friend:-) hugs jan xx7

Tim Smith

Date: 7/31/2015 6:16:00 PM

A sad time that you are not with the one you loved but magnificently written such beautiful memories. Each line outshines the next. You will play that guitar once more and your heart will sing...a favorite...hugs Tim

Tim Smith
Date: 8/1/2015 8:49:00 AM

I forgot to tell you that Chocolate Chip ice cream is my favorite : )