Did you ever stop and listen to
the rain fall, or listen to the sound
of the summers gentle wind blowing
against your window
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wonder ful this is a type of real poetry dear i wrote a peom almost in similar way out of my experience i had enjoyed the true nature around me then; many wondered how i smelled during that cloudy evening odd smells too? that is what the nature we enjoy well written; pl also read mine on similar one which i wrote a few months ego! titles 'nothing more nothing less' read
Thanks so much for my comments they meant so much. This poem reminds me a lot of the one I wrote about smell, like flowers, gentle wind, etc. Great job. Ill be checking more of yours, also.
Bonnie, I enjoyed the walk through the flower beds of your garden and its aromas. It will be a 'joy for ever'. I share your lament. CP
Beautiful poem about the senses. I love this it is a very captivating poem.
Bonnie, Your prose is always so 'alive', so stirring, & 'Aromas of the Soul' is no exception! Best regards, Robert
Stop! And smell the roses. One of the duties of a eriter or poet is to remind us to sense the treasures of life all around us. Wonderfully and comfortably done. GW62
Beautiful poem Bonnie, very well crafted indeed. Andrew '10'
Yes indeed Bonnie. The evocative power of the olfactory sense! (My favorite is Daphne) . You have certainly captured some memorable examples in this happy poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Honest and heartfelt. Really enjoyed this piece. Regards. Craig.
gorgeous and reflective! one of the best impressionistic poems in this PH. keep writing!