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Subject: The Aroma Of Poetry


Author:
D.Lester Young (White Eagle)
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Date Posted: 21:33:48 12/02/01 Sun
Author Host/IP: adsl-81-180-51.bhm.bellsouth.net/65.81.180.51

If you can write with the power to enter someoneís mind and free him or her on his or her search to find his or her senses, then you have blossomed. I hate being politically correct for him or her senses! I was wondering if the title trapped you?

Your work stinks
For you have made it so very real
That my mind pictures it with all my senses
It stinks of virgin flowers with blessed perfumes
Flying butterflies of honey
Dripping like a morning mist
So gentle the crisp taste chills you
Into the brittleness of feeling everything

Yes your work stinks
With the pleasure of a caress
Hitting every part of my domain
To send quivers darting like spiraling arrows
Finding every weak link
That my mind has to be free of you
For in the fingers of love
You have entered me

Yes your work stinks
In the way it captured me
So innocent the words you used
That my defenses were lulled down
To a warmth of needing you
To enter my mind and bless it
And create the playground
In circles of merry-go-rounds
That my happiness will jump off
At the pages
And nod their gratification

Yes your work stinks
For the Angelís breath is in a winterís mint
Seeking to whisk its way along the clouds
Of my imagination gone wild
Climaxing with the winds
In their dance with your thoughts
Of music blended in the harmony
Of me being blessed with the works of yours

For as you stink
My mind will fly
To the distant places within my mind
To explore the fantasies long hidden
So deep in my soul to enjoy
That the sword you gave me
Will slay the doubt
And create the smell of my virgin mind
Gardening its way back to you
In the gentle smell of creativity
Reborn within me

D.Lester Young (11/26/01)
Tuscaloosa, AL

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