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The Scent of the Empty Chair

What oil you used for your hair I never asked you Now when you are not in the usual chair The scent of the invisible hue Gets me the address of the blue dew And the smell of the jasmine You would weave into your braid A mild tap on the adrenaline The Tagore in guitar it played When I am tired it gets me a slice of the shade And the olfactory stirring french fry Would for a minute or two Take me to the blue sky Just now as I stand in the queue From the rosebush a beautiful lark flew _____________________________________________ February 19, 2018 The Scent Of Baking Bread, The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick

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Randy Steele

Date: 4/1/2018 7:04:00 PM

Great write, Probir. Congrats.

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/1/2018 8:55:00 PM

Thank you, Randy ...

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/31/2018 10:47:00 AM

- Congratulations, Probir :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Probir Gupta
Date: 3/31/2018 11:14:00 AM

Thanks, Sunshine ...

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/30/2018 8:08:00 PM

Delightful poem, Probir. Congrats on your win.

Probir Gupta
Date: 3/30/2018 8:39:00 PM

Thank you, Line ...

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/30/2018 4:54:00 PM

Congrats on placing in my contest. I appreciate your participation. I can feel the pain of loosing a loved one in the lines. Sara

Probir Gupta
Date: 3/30/2018 8:44:00 PM

Yes, Sara ... They gradually float away .... But they never leave ... They dwell in the sounds and smell ... Thank you so much for the chance to write on such a touchy topic and of course for the the placement ...