For M.
Even on Friday
the fragrance
of your perfume
from Wednesday night
kept drifting up
from my coat
when I moved
my head or arms
in some specific way
In the car
on the way to Stuttgart,
in the concert
with the African music
by Isak Roux
Through the air forest
of the landscape rushing by
And in the silence
lingering between the notes
from piano, marimba,
cello, flute and woodwinds
you were –
off and on –
right there
in me and around me
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
This one was originally written in German years ago.
Rendered in English and brought to napowrimo #16 because the prompt ("What’s that smell?") made me remember it. It was originally written on a Friday (hence the title) and was now translated on a Friday. That is definitely beyond coincidence :)
Isak Roux is a South-African composer and pianist who lives in Stuttgart, Germany.
Leonard--Beautiful poem. Perfume really creates strong memories...as I sit here smelling my grandmother's perfume-scented nightgown. (Still smells of her perfume although she's been dead for around 19 years!)
ReplyDeleteA tender wistful poem. I liked the perfume from Wednesday still lingering on the coat. Enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletePamela
Leonard,
ReplyDeletealmost like synchronicity. I had read your poem prior to creating and submitting my own for this prompt, but it seems we used a similar premise, the smells of someone we like lingering on us. Truthfully, I liked yours better.
Well done!
JDM
I loved this. Glad you remembered it, and then translated it. :)
ReplyDeleteReally like this. Takes the reader, the scent, the lovers, on a journey. Nice. Thank you for it.
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