Fragrance poetry inspired by Wood Essence from Bulgari. . .
I discover peace in creation from the essence of the woods. People can be perplexing but nature is simple. So I rest in my garden, over a spicy bed of coriander. My Cypress trees keep me safe, lined up like a thick green wall. And my cedars stretch to grant me shade.There’s also my lemon tree, who reaches out her gifts to me; her zesty yellow hearts.
But in the center, there’s my Storax – my companion. We both sit solitary – alone in the middle. Sometimes, I see the Storax cut and bleed. He sees my pains as well. And, although he never speaks, I know that he feels them.
The Storax taught me a lesson one day. The first time I saw him pierced, I watched him bleed. But, to my surprise, his sap wasn’t sour. No, it was sweet like Vanilla. I learned, too, that when I’m pierced, I can either bleed sweet or bitter. And it’s in those times that my true inner essence is discovered.
So, when you are pierced and bleed, will you choose to become more sour? Or do you want to be sweet, too, like my friend the Storax tree?
Fragrance Poetry inspired by Aqua Divina from Bulgari.
She’s soft. Soft but salty Like the unexpected mouth full of sea water While swimming at the beach. She’s pungent, Like the fruit on the counter That’s so ripe, its scent fills the house. She has a ginger-like snap: You’re not sure if she’s being spicy or not. And she’s just a touch of white florals, Like a girl who just wants to act Just A “bit” like a lady (but not too much). Yes, Her sweetness is there, It just takes a minute to shine through.
I don’t know how I fell for her, But she’s swept me off-to-sea and back Like an aqua divina. And I now lay stranded, Left to basque in her sun (Or to dry-out and wither?).