The Scent of Life

You have bathed in the ocean breeze

When life is good

It smells of freesias

Apples and pears


You waft into the room

With the scent of a life that is good

I try to remember that feeling

When life smelt of lemons

And pears


Your presence gives me hope

More than that

It makes me want to live

To dance

To breathe


But then you are gone

And I am left alone 

With my thoughts

And my fears


I contemplate

The end of my years


In this sterile room

With it’s stench

Of blood and tears


I swear

I will live a better life

If only I survive

To smell the roses

Once more

C.K 23

◄ If I Were A Wolf.

Back Into The Grey ►


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Stephen Gospage

Thu 9th Feb 2023 08:22

So glad to hear that you came through this crisis, Clare. Very best wishes.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 7th Feb 2023 21:43


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Tue 7th Feb 2023 13:52

Stephen Gospage, I am glad you enjoyed this - thanks for taking the time to comment. I found myself in hospital over the Christmas/New Year period and it was touch and go for a minute there. Luckily I am still here to entertain in my own small way. Yes … the contrast between a hospital room and those brief visits from the outside world is what struck me in my time there. Thanks to everyone for the likes. I wish you all a happy and healthy 2023. 😌

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 6th Feb 2023 07:49

I enjoyed this one, Clare. Thanks. The contrast between the different situations is quite stark and makes the reader sit up and take notice.

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