Uncommon Good Scents

Uncommon Good Scents

 

although I can

  

no longer smell it on you,

I know it must

still be there, because it

   always lingers so ..

like early morning spring

   mist, lingers ..

suspended like the scent

of so many

wild flowers, in the quiet

stillness of

   

fresh still, moistened air ..

and though I can

   

no longer taste you either ..

I know you

 

  must be somewhere near ..

because I sense

  

your presence everywhere ..

the way I did,

   

when you were always here ..

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Great word play in this title Neville. That perfume exuded some power. This is a most intoxicating and sensual poem. That lingering and fragrant scent stays in your memory. If you still sense her everywhere, she must have been and continues to be special. There is a lingering scent of sadness here or perhaps acceptance. I feel the love here. Not likely to fade, nor the memory of the perfume. I like this poem very much. Your style of writing I would recognize anywhere. Have a glorious Saturday my friend.

Chris

[Neville]

thank you so much Chris, your opinion on any and all of my scribbles is really welcome, always appreciated and indeed like this one, treasured ..

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. Your poem is beautiful.

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant use of the senses.

[Neville]

Great to hear from you again Thomas many thank you's kind sir .. Neville

[Poetic Beauty]

The longing and wording in this poem. I can still sense you near!! That says so much in one line. Energy lingers long after a person has left that space and sometimes our minds still feel that and want that presence when they aren’t there

[Neville]

thanks for stopping by PB and for the literary hug :)

[Poetic Beauty]

As always my dear friend N. You are welcome. I enjoy our short chats and reading your works of art on paper