Did you ever discover something long forgotten that reminds you of your past?
I hold in the palm of my hand
a miniature, glass, lavender,
cosmetic jar, tucked for years
in a corner of the medicine chest.
I caress the smoothness of what once was
and the roughness of back then.
Hesitant to discover ancient heartaches,
I slowly uncap twenty-five years
of bottled up memories and release
the fragrance, pleasure-pain.
One whiff and I realize,
I should have tossed this decorative jar years ago.
That was an amazing piece.
Beautiful, Linda. Sorry again that I missed your poetry reading tonight. I heard it went great and that you had a crowd!
This poem itself is like unbottling memories, pleasure-pain fragrance and all! A couple of months ago I found my grandmother's dish pattern in a store and couldn't resist buying two place settings. Empty or not, every time I look at them, they feed my soul.
Oh, how smells can evoke memories. Great poem!
Yes, I have!
You went in a different direction than I thought you were heading with that one. Loved it!
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