“For, how I now detest this Vetiver. I could not care to write, what-so-ever.”
I sit back, listening to classy jazz, what they call “Italian Lounge Music.” The kind with flutes, bongoes, all that pizzazz. That’s why I love it; that’s why I choose it.
And I sit at my desk, pondering rhyme. How to configure my latest update: My remix of poems written past-time. Scrambling because I am running late.
“Ah, no, just throw it out!” I told myself. “The recreation just won’t do today.” Looking over my years of fragrance wealth, this post about Guerlain – it’s in my way.
For, how I now detest this Vetiver. I could not care to write, what-so-ever.
Poets, if you’ve been following my blog, you know that I often take old poems and “remix” them for new posts. However, I came across one that I just had no desire to – one about the cologne Guerlain Vetiver. That’s because I went from loving it – to not being able to stand it. I am not sure what happened, but it left me with no taste to write!