Auburn Autumn with joyous jasmine
Attractive aroma : Supreme ! Superfine.
Breeze blows to reminisce, remind !
Dormant desires are to mesmerize mind.
Nausea nostalgia
of old memories murmured to glow
My father's favourite sweet scent flowed
Rainy season brings sacred aroma of jasmine
soothing my olfactory nerves.
I reminisce my affectionate Grandma.
As best friend I chose her ! she was so close.
From her garden strong scent of blooms rose.
Soaked soil produced feral petrichor.mesmerising me.
Both scent are mingled with my sweet Grandma.
Redolence makes me nostalgic on memory
.
i tell you girl
Without
Compunction
whilst 'gainst mine
Matters not
rain
heat cold
or
yourn purty
butt mine
'gainst
whilst
ourn dreamz
yesss
your
redolence
az
the lavender creep'n
it's sweet odor
'twixt mine bed'z window
and
mine breathe
your'z
welcomed
Redolence
by Michael R. Burch
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills;
cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway;
and night bends near, a deepening shade of gray;
the bass concerto of a bullfrog fills
what silence there once was; globed searchlights play.
Green hanging ferns adorn dark window sills,
all drooping fronds, awaiting morning’s flares;
mosquitoes whine; the lissome moth again
flits like a veiled oud-dancer, and endures
the fumblings of night’s enervate gray rain.
And now the pact of night is made complete;
the air is fresh and cool, washed of the grime
of the city’s ashen breath; and, for a time,
the fragrance of her clings, obscure and sweet.
Published by The Eclectic Muse and The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003
I open my bleary eyes,
To the beautiful sheaf of sunlight.
Book lying beside me sighs!
And whooshing sound of papers rant, as they fly by.
Baby! Why you left me without saying good bye!
What do I tell you about my epeolatry?
With people around, I can’t witter for too long.
My lust for the books is just too strong!
Slowly, I scud away at the first chance.
And skulk into books, before anyone’s glance.
Contentment latches the door; the silence is profound.
Books, joy and peace all around.
My books leave me spellbound.
Redolence of papers and ink so sound,
It creeps in like ethanol into my mind.
Fragrance of musty papers takes my charge, as it surrounds.
Inside my self is a loquacious place.
Cogent and scrupulous, solving mysteries with authors pace.
Don’t you think that I am a dolt!
It is just that the story, slowly unfolds.
Yes! I feel deeply, I feel fiercely.
Yes! I emend, I recapitulate and iterate.
Yes! I do read and re read.
Yes! I am a book worm and this is my treat.
08/03/2019
The Book Worm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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