Heaven Scent

by lonewolfpoetry

 

They say smell is the most evocative sense,

it dredges up long forgotten memories

and brings them to the fore, intense.

Perfume that wisps by on a passing breeze,

the musky salt of a fishing harbour,

the lush green grass freshly mown,

the warm spice scent of father back from the barber

lightly dusted with cologne.

A fully lived present can be yanked away

by a sniff that conjures up your past,

consciousness recalled of a lost day

it appears unbidden, unasked.

These conjurations may bring distress,

reopen wounds, and niggle old scars

but this is part of the healing process;

these bruises are ours.

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2 Comments to “Heaven Scent”

  1. You convey wonderful senses and images to the reader….you wrote this well and quite cleverly….I know exactly what you mean too…..my own mothers scent still haunts me sometimes…..
    Celeste

  2. How true , you have conjured up all the smells that can whisk you out of the work a day world off to a safer happier time. Sometimes a world that never really exist.( except in our memories) I especially loved the lines “The warm spice scent of father back from the barber lightly dusted with cologne..

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