Short Unscented Poems
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The dull clack of flip-flop slaps,
describes the taste of my water--
The smell of unscented candles,
like last night's forgotten dream--
Never cease my heart's percussion.
May 6, 2016
I do not like the smell of any
Perfume or cologne.
Unscented are the lotions
And deodorants I own.
Yet certain flowers’ scents can help
To brighten up a mood
And lovely food aromas
Can improve one’s attitude.
We all have favorite smells
And though our senses are unique,
Agreement can be reached when odors
Absolutely reek.
You return in sequences;
peripheral memories nod
like wire-sprung dipping birds.
Your ruby-dark triangle
the V of your asking,
an opiate of drenched blooms.
I am reprising scenes
cut from any official showing.
Senses lost in a long darkened cinema,
and I cannot make it back
until unscented by your ghost.
Scenes whir on
under closed eyes.
Interesting talk
Restate again and again
It's okay to hear
Rise many issues
Forecasting hundred matters
But nothing realized
Fascinating tone
Wish to see the rain from clouds
But the ground stills dry
Appealing slogans
People notice and witness
Such a fun talk show
Colorful flowers
Viewers take a deep inhale
The unscented outcome
The night wind blew
through the Judas trees
scattering their unscented flowers,
pinkish purple all around,
resembling blood
shed on the ground
of a small hillock
not far from another one
called Golgotha.
That was so long ago.
A man stood there,
ruminating on past events.
Why did he have to die?
Note: The Judas tree produces flowers first. When all flowers are gone the leaves appear. It's not a pleasant sight.
Pink petals filled the air
Oh what a lovey vision
Flowing gently everywhere
Filling the yards
And streets as well
As gentle as angels
Feathers they fell
Unscented and so frail
Unlike rain or snow
Or frozen hail
I felt ubiquitous
In their wake
My breath paused
In awe for goodness sake
As if within a dome
Someone controlled
Shaking it all
My eyes did roam
To the ground and
Street as well
For hours pink
Petals surely fell