The storm roars vehemently
And rolls away to some other place
Spitted out and soaking
Are the drops it spent
To be devoured
Fresh aquatic dew
Fill my lungs and nose
Pique the curiosity of my senses
The fumes slightly bitter and damp
Transcend to smells of florid taste
And something darker which pales the tone
Ghostly smoke rises
In burling clouds it churns
The sweat
Violent clouds breathe it in
Sooty cherubs frown
On piling smoke stacks
If one could pick apart the beauty
And stay away the aftertase
There'd be no need for deception
Life would smell as sweet
As fallen raindrops left by storm
Author notes
Written June 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- ~Pick A Scent~ by Frozentearz.
300 points, ended July 5, 2006, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow! This is a great poem! Very deep. I love the imagery you used. Best of luck in the contest!
*Arte* -
Life would smell as sweet
As fallen raindrops left by storm...
I like the imagery here and you're right... if only life could always smell so sweet ! Thanks for sharing and best wishes in the contest!
Blessings
Frog
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