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Nicole
Senior Member

since 1999-06-23

Posts 1835
Florida

0 posted 2000-06-01 01:55 AM

It was a new
    smell
even to me
this smell
       of cotton candied
vanilla beans
At once
At first
  much much
too strong
           overwhelming
a searant to the senses
a heavy - musky
mind coating balm

   But, of course

The assault lessened
     as all things do
then
it was a comforting smell
    a warm smell
something to ease the
body into
          willing slumber
-an errant commodity-
though much sought after...

I
   digress

It holds me now
     -this smell
entranced
   am I
by the strength
of the memories
it brings to the forefront
    of my pliant mind
pliant
to the whim of
these
      memories
that float by unbidden
of a touch (or much more than that)
who can say, or know for that matter

    here

             and here

and here...

But-
    in the somewhat
suppressed supposition
is the
      knowing
of
never.

And in this
   knowing
it brings the comfort of
     strength
strength in the memory
...of the memory
  which is cast in hues
  of
    bittersweet

and in the
   comfort
of knowing the memory
will sustain
    for
these kind always do...

and in the
   knowing
of a true
friend

Skyfyre
Senior Member

since 1999-08-15

Posts 1906
Sitting in Michael's Lap

1 posted 2000-06-01 02:46 AM

It seems to me that your talent for digression managed to weave this tangle of emotions rather well ... a very engaging piece, though not cloyingly so. Applause from the critic's (and the sympathizer's) corner ...

--Kess

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...

--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest

Poet deVine

Administrator

Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2000-06-01 12:25 PM

Wonderful poem though a bit sad. It amazes me that certain smells can be associated with people or places or even a time in our life.

LngJhnAg
Member Elite

since 1999-07-23

Posts 3508
Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion

3 posted 2000-06-01 12:33 PM

ohhh, Satiated One - this is a wonderful poem - one of those oems where I think to myself (Wow, I could never have written that). No big surprises there, you are way ahead of where I want to be.

Nicole
Senior Member

since 1999-06-23

Posts 1835
Florida

4 posted 2000-06-01 05:09 PM

Lady Kess, thank you muchly. Tangle, indeed. lol Glad to see people made it through, I almost had to bust out the machete on my read-through.

PdV, no doubt. You always have such nice things to say, sheesh!

Whatta gal! Thanks!

Aarg, there m'fine Sailor!

Stopit, you make me blush fifteen shades crimson. Thankee kindly, sir.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

5 posted 2000-06-01 08:24 PM

Satiate~
This is such a lovely piece of your heart.
Friends woven into the memories ...

'in the
   comfort
of knowing the memory
will sustain
    for
these kind always do...

and in the
   knowing
of a true
friend'

I love it.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Balladeer

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

6 posted 2000-06-01 11:29 PM

This poem is very true, satiate. Smells can change as can other things. Even the first smell of a hog pen can change over time, especially if it's your farm. I love the writing............

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