Poetry inspired by the perfume Ashore from Amouage.
When will life’s currents return what was lost?
Like a bottle-at-sea, I’m turned. . . I’m tossed. . .
Happy reminders of us at the beach.
Were dispersed as sudden thunderstorms brewed.
All our fulfillment was now out of reach.
Rip-Tides and ripped hearts separated you.
Like a widow’s walk – I never gave up.
Like Jasmine, hope would bloom but fall again.
Souvenir memories – sand in a cup.
‘Til waves let you out again in the sand.
FInally, my long-lost love washed ashore.
Just. . .I don’t recognize you anymore.
More about the perfume by Amouage, Ashore. More of my latest poetry, Virtus. Poetry © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com.
A deeply moving piece .
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Also, that would be a nice pun
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Yes indeed.
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This is so beautiful and deep.
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Just like the fragrance B-) …. Thanks Pragalbha
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Love the subtle sadness threading through the whole poem.
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It’s supposed to be happy in some parts 😎
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Really? I have to re read it then ….lol
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Second stanza. That’s some powerful imagery.
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Thanks Benjamin. Thanks for your encouragement 😎
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Welcome!
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