ÈTONNEMENT, PERSISTANCE ET SILLAGE

"Hummm!  What is this?"
    Before I heard or saw
        I caught the subtle scent
            you wore that day.
I noticed it
    the night I said "Please stay."
        You stayed.
    Each day
        you filled my heart with awe.
I've heard the sense of smell
    is quickly bored.
        But sometimes,
            with the best,
    a fragrance floats through time
        as well as space,
    like music notes,
        first fruit,
        then flower,
        wood
            to make a chord.
Now you are just a tale
    I tell about myself
        to those who never noticed you.
I keep your unwashed sweaters
    to renew what pictures lack,
        when I'm in doubt.
I'm told
    I ought to strive
        to ease this ache.
Instead
    I seek to linger in your wake.
 

Reviews

[Jenny-Jen-Jen]

This is interesting! I particularly like the way it makes the reader almost smell the poem-- if you get that. The imagery is wonderful and paints a picture, as well as a smell, in the readers mind. This is excellent! Keep it up!