Valsa George Poet Free verse

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September- 17- 2025

The Perfume Bottle Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Craig Cornish

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The Perfume Bottle

 It was a gift from one I loved so dearly,
      wrapped in golden foil and tied with a bow, 
  a perfume vial, nay, joy bottled up in cut glass.

         When I applied it on me for the first time, it was heaven.
Its smell clung to every pore of my skin, dug deep into every sinew of me…
        a smell I loved so dearly, the smell that tickled my nostrils.
 
  The same was the scent, that permeated from him, 
         It graced every room and every corner he went.
  It lingered in the air, making his presence felt even after he left.

   Whenever I applied it on me, I could feel him close.

 Not sure, when a crack fell on our cemented relationship
    Silence began hanging heavy between us, his calls grew less frequent.
       Days stretched in deepening silence and he stopped visiting me.

 I no longer had the mood to use the perfume any more
      and kept the bottle away, a souvenir of the love we had.
                    Now it stays on the mantelpiece-
      a sad reminder of the scent that once ensnared me!
   Whenever someone opens it, the fragrance spills out.

 Breathing in that luscious aroma, a nostalgic fever
        rushes over, flooding my mind like a river in spate. 

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Rowena Velasco September 18, 2025 at 7:12 AM A poignant and beautifully woven piece, Valsa. The perfume becomes more than a fragrance,.it transforms into memory, longing, and love’s lingering presence. The bittersweet shift from joy to nostalgia is powerfully felt, leaving the reader moved by its quiet ache.

Joseph P. DiMino September 18, 2025 at 4:59 AM Good you remember the love. Love is never wasted, when fragrance leads to fond recall. We change, others change...no one is to blame. Grateful to have loved and lost, than never loved at all.

Hilda Greenhough September 17, 2025 at 8:28 PM This story is a puzzle. What went wrong? I hope it ends with the lady moving on. May the future bring happiness.

sara Etgen-Baker September 17, 2025 at 6:02 PM what captivating words that tell a beautiful story in your own unique poetic voice. Perfume has a way of lingering and your captured that idea outstandingly! hugs, Sara

Jay Narain September 17, 2025 at 10:19 AM The perfume is not just an accessory: it becomes part of the lover, part of the speaker. The smell from him, the smell of the perfume, they become intertwined. When the love recedes, the perfume remains—and it holds more power over memory than the physical presence.

Sotto Poet September 17, 2025 at 9:33 AM Despite the painful loss of passion, your poetry evokes a wonderful ambiance. Excellent use of description and feeling. Strange that certain scents can trigger flashbacks. The affection that existed between the two has now withered away. Valsa, your feelings are entangled in this feud.

Victor Buhagiar September 17, 2025 at 7:32 AM Despite loss of love, your poem creates a great atmosphere. Loved the imagery and emotions. I can bear shaving lotion but I seem to be allergic to perfume. Great poetry as usual. Thank you for reading my poem.