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There’s Cinnamon on the Wind
There’s cinnamon on
the wind.
Fresh linen, smells of sugar and spice,
And all things nice.
But only a glimmer.
Just a mere memory, of a ….
yesteryear.
Of back then,
when I was innocent.
Had no, envious thoughts ……..of sloth.
If, tears…..
could serve, as a penance!
Then surely now ……
I’ve been set free.
Perhaps the scents…..
Drifted down from
Miletus ?
Giajl © Jim Love
Nothing can evoke memories
Nothing can evoke memories like scents. There's a stirring feeling of nostalgia here and a strong sense of time and place. Bittersweet, mournful yet liberating. I'm guessing that Miletus has personal significance to you and the memories take you back to that place.
The allusive last line is
The allusive last line is very coy. Miletus reminds me of the Apostle Saint Paul's farewell to the Ephesias elders. Is that the gist of the allusion, or am I missing the boat here?
J-Called
Ancient Greek city
Ancient Greek city
Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!