Odour of autumn in the air
Summer silently flew away
Trees shed leaves soon will be bare
Seasonal change, beauty will not stay.
Last roses look weary on dying bush
Dandelion clocks wait to be blown
Herbaceous border not looking lush
Wander garden on my own.
Before long cold winter is here
Grey clouds daily, sun slipped away
Nature is silent quiet time of year
No way summer could possibly stay.
Wood smoke rises from chimney
Amber light filters through curtain
Those I love are safe inside with me
Spring will arrive of this I am certain.
Categories:
odour, beauty, nature, rose, summer,
Form: Rhyme
I sniff at my hands and oh!
Such scent, such ecstasy,
a memory presented to my nose.
But where do we find this block of adorable redness?
It was sold in every shop: lovable carbolic soap,
an aromatic compound, so ruddy, so redolent.
But this is now so rare; it merely
presents itself to my pleading mind -
a psyche that puts forth its arms,
a plea to a storehouse of valuable memory,
a whiff of an echo, an echo of an odour,
an odour that's been sent.
So who remembers, recalls a soap that's not
so round, bright pink, cream, blue or white,
that isn't sold in pretty-pretty paper?
We do so wish to sniff, sniff, sniff at an odour that's so old.
(3 Oct 2023)
Categories:
odour, absence, age, color, growing
Form: Free verse
Wind has got aquatic smell
It is heavy and humid
Sun is not feeling well
Hiding behind being timid
Dancing twigs and bushes are
Inaugurator of this Celebration
The huge trees will also join later
To give a wonderful welcome notation
It has been really long,
Since I heard a thunder sound
Cloud will bring rain along
And will drench all around
The Sunrays will fade away
Moonlight night in the day
Categories:
odour, rain,
Form: Sonnet
Young Bambi had found a new friend
And hoped his bad luck would now end,
But sadly, the skunk
With hair like a Punk
Wore scent which was prone to offend.
To add to his growing dismay
A boisterous buck came his way.
He thumped on the ground
With thunderous sound
And rabbited on every day!
08/12/18
A quick summary of the Disney storyline by way of explanation- Bambi's mother is killed by hunters and he is befriended by several forest creatures.
A 'buck' is a male rabbit.
Categories:
odour, animal, friendship,
Form: Limerick
the odour of death
breaking bones skeleton
burning skin roasted flesh
in the sandalwood fire unseen
in the damp air of sorrow they sob
cry some socialise discussing markets
rain through the sun drizzle my tears
dressing in white to join they prepare me
cleaning up the edges of sins to jump in the pyre
Categories:
odour, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
WITHOUT COLOUR OR ODOUR
When sun sunk deep
Preternatural echoes
Prick mind
Legs float on still waters
Life move along
Without colour or odour.............
Categories:
odour, imagination,
Form: Free verse
ODOUR OF DEATH
Fumes of incense sticks
Death sneaks into the drawing room
Without consent of none.
Shivering mourning, snub off
With night spreading over
Remnants of obsequies
Twelve basket full of charred dreams
Odour of death smothering
Oh! mourn Jerusalem
Son of Man is beaten.
Next morning
Death has the odour
Of stinking mouths.
Over perfumes poured
Stinking death demonstrate a route march
Shrouding her wings
Death nothing but death.
Shuddering tears
Like diamonds-
Flame of candle bowing
Over the cross.
Time has come, sun drops dead
Flames fading
Trusting two ropes
The deceased sinks to bowels
Of earth,
A sigh of relief
Death leaves a photograph on the wall
Death smiles
My friend,
Comrade.
Categories:
odour, death, death, death,
Form: Epitaph
The odour of roses
Still lingers in icy air
In a fullmoon night
Snow left tracks on barren soil
Winter arrived too early
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Der Geruch nach Rosen
Liegt noch in eisiger Luft
In einer Vollmondnacht
Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden
Der Winter kam viel zu früh
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El odor de rosas
Aún se queda en aire helado
En una noche plenílunío
La nieve deja huellas en el suelo blanco
El invierno vino tan temprano
Categories:
odour, nature
Form: Tanka
If you caught my glance
and bottled it for perfume
it would be called: "Cold
Bitter Lime and Lemon Rind
Absinth Alchohol Delight"...
Categories:
odour, people, social,
Form: Tanka