Colors of the Past

Aroma III

Aromatic wisps.
Another’s fragrance
ignites the imagination.
Scorches a frail heart.
Scars feed determination
to dazzle at all costs .
Drastic solutions
emerge in the peroxide basin.
Myopic foresight bleaches
memories of the past .


This was a response to a challenge to write exactly 33 words that include the words basin, myopic, and dazzle. I chose a free verse poem written from the perspective of a jilted lover.


About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
This entry was posted in Poetry, Trifecta and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Colors of the Past

  1. Momo says:

    Ooh, scorches a frail heart. I love that line! Great 33!

  2. Very vivid imagery all throughout this poem, Gene. Love the sensory details in the smells of another person igniting the imagination and acprching the heart. Been there, done that. You captured the essence of that bang-on.

  3. atrm61 says:

    Love that last line!A beautiful piece:-)

  4. Christine says:

    “Another’s fragrance…” I like the way smell can trigger memories. Fantastic.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s