Unsaid expressions shroud
A poet’s clamorous mind;
Floating paper clouds
On which words abound
As dark specks of starlings
Hungry for raindrops
On cotton candy canvas
Verses sprayed in pastels
Songs flutter as festoons
In the distant summer
Or cuddle under afghans
Wary of an icy winter
This poem was well received by the writing community:
The scent absorbed me
I permeated its atoms
Blurring the fragrances
Of aching memories
My aroma mingled
With the laden nuclei
Of tiredness and failures
I let the smells of home
Of gentle togetherness,
Long walks in pine woods,
Fruity slushes by beaches,
Course through its veins
We stood still for a moment.
Savory and sweet
In victory and defeat
Dissolving acerbic flavors
The scent now belongs to me!
It always feels like home
With the aroma
Of warm bread and cheese
Ginger, vanilla, and cinnamon
Filling up the rooms
With the scent of welcome
Spices wafting away
From slightly ajar windows
Baking, cooking, brewing
The clutter of pots, pans
Subduing voices
In the head
Ignoring bitterness
In the heart
Aspiring only to capture
Flavors that can conceal
This lingering starkness
Inside the white walls
Bashful frangipani
In the summer storm
Deliciously aromatic
Falling mellifluously
Flowers in final moments
Broken yet beautiful
A ghostwriter pensive
On the night shift
Traces a self-portrait
On burdened skies,
Under drooping stars
An artist’s dilemma
To tell one’s own story
Or script for others!
Blue Pen Strokes 