Scent Of Lilacs, Clover And RainA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) It's of memories and time travel Think of the scent of Cinnamon Close your eyes and be transported Back in time… Your Mom with a trace Of flour on her face Sprinkles of tiny wrinkles that resemble Those… now on mine Think of the scent of fresh brewed coffee Think of the chipped cup In your mom’s chapped hands… The sizzle of bacon That has gently taken You back to the those long lost lands Allow no word to be spoken Lest the spell be broken This transport cross The fabric of time Just relax and enjoy it Allow the mind to employ it That mysterious mechanism… That time refracting prism… That time travel machine …That resides in your mind… © 2015 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on August 22, 2015 Last Updated on August 22, 2015 Author
David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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