The scent
wound around the room
burrowed up the nostrils
and drained out eyes.
Set away
from sensitive noses
the lily’s petals have fallen
and still its heavy scent
fills the heated air,
present in death,
like warm memories
of you.
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Shawn L. Bird 
As always more beautifully sensitive poetry. Excellent. The Lily has often been associated with death and funeral parlors but I see Jesus who is called the Lily of the Valley as source of redemption, sanctuary and deliverance.
Except lily of the valley is a tiny, bell-like fragrant flower, that’s also extremely toxic. Hmm.
Shawn …. why not write it in first person? ks
Some times I do, sometimes I don’t.
This one didn’t want to be, so it isn’t.
wull … i can see why first person would interfere with the “lily’s petals” .,.. unless somehow they are related more closely with the ”me” of first person. I sense your words sad and forlorn … begging to be able to let go of memories after death … ks
Focusing on the lily itself, turning the flower into the active ‘character’ in the poem gives it power.
In fact, the flower is quite dead in my solarium, and yet its scent is still pungent. There is something disquieting about that, and it begged for a metaphor, particularly following our recent loss.
Very eloquently stated
Thanks!
I genuinely don’t know how you do what you do — only that you do it so incredibly well.
❤ Kimba
Thanks, Kimba. It’s my pleasure.
You’re very welcome blue bird *giggles* – and it’s mine as well (a pleasure).
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Simply beautiful, I love this. Thank you for sharing, many blessings to you,
Thanks. I appreciate you stopping by.
As I appreciate what you do as well. Now let it rain:)
There’s a sort of glimmering darkness in this, in how gracefully the stronger words play off the more fragile ones. I truly enjoyed reading this, and look forward to exploring more of your writing.
Thanks Michael.
Shawn, I loved your poem and left a nice comment. Did it not take?
There are no other comments from you in the queue, Melody.
Thanks