I love the final three lines; ...burnt tortillas on the islands of hypocrisy and fear. This is an image that will stick with me for a long, long, time.
You set the scene so vividly and perfectly. The end of a perfect day of getting projects and work accomplished; soon to be followed by an evening in other pursuits. Thanks so much for reading this poem and for your comments.
Intoxicating, enchanting, stirring - scent can be all those and more. And yet, it is also one of those senses we often forget about, especially in writing. Thank you so much, Lit.
You're so right. Close your eyes, and that essential scent can take you as far as your mind, memory and imagination can go. Thanks for reading this, and for your comment.
I thank you, dear Val. You're right about ignition and smell - just the faintest trace on the air can change your outlook, mend your mood, or send you back in time.
Thank you Val. You're right about the bitter flavors being valuable in combination with others to enhance and deepen our appreciation of the feast. And it never ceases to amaze me that those aspects of ourselves that convey love, also are capable of great harm. I appreciate your reading this one and reflecting on it.
Fingers,
sure, yet trembling,
caress, stroke, tease, excite;
their touch defines our affection
and love;
yet these
elegant digits wrote such words
of deep and lasting scorn
that life sidled
away.
Scent unquestionably alters mind and memory, making imprints and pathways in the brain. Just one hint of that attar and one's spirit lights up. I am glad you liked this; you seem to get my meaning exactly.
You face letting someone go - all the hurt, all the pain, and whatever good there was. You tell it plainly, and eloquently. And now maybe the power he retained is diminished, and the light you offer rises.
Green grass,
golden sunlight,
and the salt scent of work
linger about you at purpled
sunset;
years hence
will these be my fragrance of love,
the sweet, rising incense
from altars of
ardor.
That did go well. Nathan's stand on being picky stung Bryce, but somehow it seemed to reveal an insecurity, too. One can hide behind the mask of being choosy to avoid getting hurt, too. Yet Bryce has that attractive, flirty, slightly dangerous openness which attracts Nathan. Could be a spicy dinner party.
I am very happy you liked that line. It was a delight once it appeared. So glad you got it, as you always do. Many thanks for reading and for enjoying the offerings from the rack.
You are so very generous with your kindness.Thank you. The first two words you mention express so much in this context, connotations leaping out at the mind as it absorbs the rest. At least, that was the intent.
Thank you for your very kind word. The line you quote is a favorite of mine, too. I am glad it struck a chord with you also. I am grateful for your comments.
Thank you Val, for your immensely generous and kind words. "Mirrored madness" seems an apt description; I'm glad it appealed to you. You are so good to read and comment on this collection.