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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Forest Edge

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I wanted to walk in the forest with you
I took your hand
We stepped to the edge where vines grew thick
and flowers smelled sweet and dangerous
like the perfume we purloined 
from your mother's dresser
As our lips touched
I swear I heard the dryads sing
and I ached to follow but
you turned away
laughing
How many times
have I returned to that day?
How many times 
have I tried to find that mossy forest entrance?
But the path is closed
In its place, a tangle of dried brambles 
and withered blooms
scentless
like a dusty bottle of evaporated perfume.



18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

really nice close on the dusty bottle of perfume...the desicated woods at the end play as well off the death of this dream...magical bit here...i like...

Loredana Donovan said...

Great poem about lost love, some strong emotions. I like the metaphors of the withered flowers and evaporated perfume. Nice job!

Laurie Kolp said...

This is really beautiful and sensuous. I like the perfume throughout.

Mary said...

I enjoyed this a lot! Sometimes one cannot repeat a journey one has taken even if one travels the same route! We just have to remember the first time, savor memories, and choose another path.

Grace said...

Nice capture of that mossy forest day ~ I think we all have that yearning to revisit those places ~

Pat Tillett said...

Sensuous and steamy...
With a great ending!

Mary Mansfield said...

A beautiful poem! Love the metaphor of love and memories evaporating away like perfume. Wonderfully done!

haikulovesongs said...

how many times have i wanted to return to a moment and cannot. {smile}

i love how you wove the scents into your poem.

darev2005 said...

Nice. Wistful.

The path not taken is lost.

**sigh** I have looked for a few of those myself and couldn't find them again.

Mystic_Mom said...

Oh nice...love the closing lines, so evocative of memories that cannot be lived again.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This was beautiful in most unexpected ways. I'm left with a lingering sense of perfume.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Memory, tangles, moss. Beautiful images. We all have places like this stored within us...

shawnacy said...

imagery is strong, and the bringing in of olfactory memory.. who hasn't been taken mental prisoner by an unexpected scent.

Semaphore said...

This begins and ends with perfume, the scent of it from the bottle opened like a Pandora's box, and finally its disappearance. The wistfulness is apparent throughout the poem, like the vapors of that open bottle.

Kim Nelson said...

Nice job moving from one mood and meaning to another without wasted words and images.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/05/21/take-action/

Peggy said...

Sad poem to me about missed opportunity. Richly painted. I had to look up dryad (always like to learn a new word!) . Quite a lovely write!

Christine said...

unrequited love is a strong perfume, I myself also heard the music in this, nice one

Jinksy said...

Nostalgia rules supreme...