Sometimes…
I find myself in a sunset,
Descending into iron.
{shadows’ purple on my skin}
And yet,
I shuffle and convulse,
Smothered in nylon
{saccharine dream, sneering, whispers of sin}
Author notes
This is exactly 40 words, at least so I think I counted. It's not exactly a straightfoward poem. In my mind lavender is a grace in moderation and yet can overcome a person with its sweetness [again it's relatively sweet scent for me].
A contest entry
- Fragrance Prompt #1 by AliceinPoetryLand.
900 points, ended August 2, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent indeed. Yes many people find Lavender to be too overpowering or sweet. Great imagery in this. Thank you for your entry
Gaylene
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