Fragrance Poetry inspired by Black Orient from Bulgari.
Like leather laced with lava-lake, I bit into the bitter bud. It yanked my youth of yesterday To Make a man from mud.
Riddled with resins and rum, I swallowed the sachet of spice. Once dredged and drained, was done, Lifting this leper to life.
By fire, free-men are formed: Chasten a cherished child. Through tears and terrors, he’s torn. But after smoke and smolder. . . he’ll smile.
I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun writing this one. I like to play around with difference styles of poetry, including free-form. But I threw a bunch of techniques in this one – rhyme, rhythm, alliteration and symbolism. A nice contrast from the one I wrote before this – “Wood Essence” – which was barely written as poetry. But hey, why not change things up?
Poetry Inspired by the Fragrance Oud Luxuria from Navitus.
What is it you desire for in life? They’re trying to squeeze you into a square. But you prefer to be just slightly off-white. You aren’t too sharp and you aren’t really soft. Perhaps a little pungent for their taste.
Considerate words became hard to find – Hidden in between all of their comments. Finding them is like collecting saffron While searching among a field full of weeds. Are you that standoff-ish? Their “kind” words pricked you like thorns on a rose. Wounds that festered like rot on aloeswood.
But you can turn those wounds into beauty. You can stay fresh with your hint of sweetness. And growing into who you’re meant to be Is discovering life’s true luxury.