I love snippets of poetry;
how often they are bite-sized,
an aftertaste on your tongue. Like a
pinch to keep minds wandering or
sunburn to skin...
fresh dew of a new day, a breath
of heavenly love skimming my neck.
It's a glance of inspiration,
a sample of sweet indulgence,
devoured by imagination.
Crumbs often loitering on
Fingertips smudging glass just
for a moment; to live, to feel,
Potpourri is a fantastic choice for a title, it definitely captured my attention to read this poem. I am trying to think of why you chose it... maybe because even after the death of a flower and it dries instead of rots, it still has a pleasant perfume... just something poetic about it. Thought provoking title! lol
In this poem, you definitely show your love for poetry. You see it everywhere, are inspired by the littlest things, even just crumbs on the counter-top. Something small that is caught out of the corner of our eye can be turned into something beautiful.
What a wonderful way to describe things. :) Especially the last line!
Two things--first, the phrase "sunburn to skin" didn't flow for me; I might say "a sunburn to skin," just like you said "a pinch to keep minds...." And second, the sentence "crumbs often loitering on countertops" also felt kind of interrupted to me. Maybe consider making it part of the previous sentence using a dash or other punctuation, or changing it a little so it doesn't feel so abrupt.
7 years ago
Great title. I love that word; I find it nostalgic. Growing up, my sisters and I would gather fragrant dried flower petals from our grandparents' garden and we'd mix them up in glass jars, placing them around the house.
Certain scents really do bring back memories and give inspiration. Especially when writing, I find it easier when I'm surrounded by them.
I particularly love how your poetry is a wisp of this imagery and a bit of some simile/metaphor. It's not an image in its entirety (or as I see it) but there's allowance for a reader to create their own imagery or bring back their own memories. It's not too specific or too general that it's easy to connect and relate. Also, I love the slight rhyme of dew/new in the first stanza. The ooh sounds highlighted in the middle of the soft sounds surrounding it.
Love this...so many different ways of telling us that our mind is always ticking over...looking for new ideas albeit subconsiously...there is poetry everywhere if we keep our minds open and..that is what you've said here...we just need to keep our eyes open....even a crumb can be poetic I'm sure...