Inspired by the phrase ‘the atmosphere is not a perfume’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman. This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project . |
this atmosphere is not a perfume
but is the presence that still remains
in contours shaped when you rose to leave
with morning
I am embracing the slow escape of warmth
to find comfort in this chilling room
making your image in
the smoke of my own breath
and half day-dreaming
what I can’t do is hold you
grasp as I might to catch the illusion
there is nothing but the trace
left in a tepid fold of cloth
that holds a whisper of the smell of you
and it is my skin that lies alone
bare against the sheets
and last desire
c. 200019/11/17
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I love this. Fabulously evocative from beginning to end.
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Thanks Mike.
I think sometimes these pieces take their mood from the original and build from there.
Delighted you enjoyed it.
Cheers,
Frank
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This is beautiful đŸ™‚
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Thanks Michelle.
Cheers,
Frank
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Thank you.
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Use the force! Just because the official daily prompt is gone you can still use the past platforms to reach your audience. I did it today with my post. Freedom of speech requires innovation. đŸ™‚
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Will do GC. Keep at it.
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