Hey! Sorry I haven't updated ina while. Poetry is hard for me. But I'm going to Miami soon, and i want to leave some things behind for my readers. This time, I'll be gone for three weeks, I think. I'll be back in time for Metro Con in Tampa though. I wanna go to that! Well, I hate these line breaks, but I have to distinguish the stanzas. It seems important to the poem.
Scents
Every day
New smells
The smell of dew
Dripping off magnolia leaves
And low-grow ferns.
The smell of my child
Snuggled in the clover
As a rabbit in its briar patch.
The smell of my dearest
Nuzzled under her tree
I rise with the sun
Waves of ivory atop my head
Flowing seas of white
The moon is gone
It is in me
But peace is short-lived
Impurity
The stench of it burns my nostrils
Inflames my rage
Turns my stomach.
Impurity trying to take my flower?
Never
Not while I stand.
He lunges, much too quickly
I leap forward, brandish an arm…
Blood.
I can smell my blood.
I know my dearest
Can smell the fight in me.
I draw my sword
It reeks of metal and hate
Hate for my brother
Several slashes and it is done
Impurity taken from this world
I smell my Sakura as she comes
From behind, fingers tracing my back
Lovingly, we embrace, taking ourselves
Into the deep forest
Her lips meet mine
We kiss
Oh, a creature so fine.
I can smell her hair,
Then later on, her passion.
O the innumerable scents of the world
All in but a day…
R & R.