AROMA PART IV (a poem for jesus)

This is the final poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… (check out the other 3 in the “Poems” section of the home page) and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things.  If you’ve enjoyed the series I’d love to hear from you!

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Your scent is multitudes, plethora, myriad

The wind of summer blowing ocean into my lungs

or buttercup essence against my cheek

strong like a hurricane

and gentle as distant thunder

Your breath is life, animation, resurrection

turning dirt into men and holding the earth in orbit

the flies of summer wade through Your exhalation and dance on its waves and excess

Does perfection have an aroma?

I inhale You, exhale You

Your breath is all around,

everywhere

loving, protecting, refining, perfecting

And fills me even when

I forget You.

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AROMA PART I (a poem for my father)

This is the first poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things.  Look for the next installment on Thoughtful Thursdays.

Aroma Part I(a poem for my dad)

Aqua Velva and Old Spice under the Christmas tree

Even to this day

I think of you when I

smell them

And the short season of my life

when you were the most

precious aroma to me

I remember burying my face

in your neck

your Devil Dog haircut

pricked and prickled

and I didn’t care

little arms wrapped around

Hope

Larger than Life

Humor and Strength…

falling asleep

on Daddy’s chest