a smell,
not an odor
but an aroma
not an odor
but an aroma
drifted across
my
nose
my
nose
it was the
aroma
of my dad
aroma
of my dad
not of him
but
but
who he was
an aroma
an aroma
of
what he did
it followed him
and
crowned his soul
crowned his soul
it was strange to some
but
heaven to me
heaven to me
I loved that aroma
more
than just an aroma
more
than just an aroma
it was the
aroma
of a man
aroma
of a man
it was the
aroma
of burning metal
aroma
of burning metal
it was the
aroma
of my dad.
aroma
of my dad.
gsbatty
1 comment:
Loved, loved, loved this one!
People do have a smell, not a body odor but an aroma that is theirs, men more than woman I think. My grandpa smelled like, pipe smoke, wet flannel and cocker spaniel.
I know nothing about poetry but I loved this for it's form, it's simplicity and the memories it evoked.
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