Poetry inspired by the perfume Percival from Parfums de Marly.
Are you just a tale Wrapped up in legend?
A knight riding in, saving the dying?
Or how a Phoenix doesn’t have an end,
But ascends translucent, form-defying?
Stop me from descending in endless deep.
Life has led me in dark, unchaperoned.
I count the days that my lonely soul weeps.
All before I noticed I was alone.
Then, all of the sudden, I breathed you in.
You struck my branches with your rays of sun.
You punched my mind to an awakening,
Like an orange tree waiting for fruit to come.
Still, I know the sun won’t shine every day.
When sunset arrives, I still call your name.
More about this perfume from Parfums de Marly, Percival. More of my latest poetry, Ashore. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021 except where noted otherwise. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com.
Brilliant! I love how you weave in myth and legends into this one.
What an awesome line,
“Like an orange tree waiting for fruit to come” 👍😍
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Thanks! I wasn’t really sure about that line! Funny how those are usually the lines people like the most!
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Yes! You are right. I notice the same. I guess we never know what will resonate. So just flow with the muse and hope for the best..😊
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#SoTrue
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“You punched my mind to an awakening,
Like an orange tree waiting for fruit to come.” Very beautiful…
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Thanks Cassa 😎 hope you have a great day. . Or evening now?
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Good morning Jay!
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Hello down there
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You struck my branches with your rays of sun. How wonderful a thought
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😎
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