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 ….


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 ?

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patriciajj's picture

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. 

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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?


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Ancient Greek city

Ancient Greek city

Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!