the blooms
the library;
You and me...
forever frozen in those lilacs!
Often, time unwinds itself when I am alone
and takes me back to those university
days....
How our glances glazed in the library ...
A few books opened and closed;
the susurration of lavenders and lilacs
tumbled down strange aromas on the air-
You found your way to
me!
Your cologne smelled like September…rushed over me;
A young man joined
me….
....unnoticed in dreams of my paradise.
Strength splintered to
pieces…
In the surge and
silence of waking and dreaming,
Love
flowered.... no matter how surreal it was;
Longing became a routine,
then...
Even today, I love a stem of lavender or lilac
on my white linen tablecloth...even if it is embroidered;
In a flowery glade of memories....
hues of purple still
blind
my autumn heart in butterfly shimmers,
A strange perfume
opens and closes
my butterfly wings;
hums like insect birds.
Love wasn't meant to be so hard...
However, I feel blessed to have a nest of purple safe
with memory's of the days of my youth.
Lilac takes me back, too, to my teen years and my grandmother's garden. She always had lilac, and I did too, once I became a grandma.
ReplyDeleteI too remember those first interactions with a new girlfriend. It is sad to remember our innocence and the tentative way we were as everything was so new. What a beeautiful poem Panchali.
ReplyDeleteThis gorgeous. Luv your share of memories
ReplyDeleteMuch❤🕊❤love
Sweet lilac memories. Beautiful.
ReplyDelete"forever frozen in those lilacs!" and so many other beautiful lines gorgeous poem
ReplyDeleteSweet moments, beautifully and lovingly recalled. I don't think we ever forget those delicious details of young love.
ReplyDeleteLilac in a library – heavenly!
ReplyDeleteI am literally swooning right now 😍😍 this is beyond beautiful, Panchali!💖 Especially love: "Even today, I love a stem of lavender or lilac on my white linen tablecloth...even if it is embroidered." You are such a romantic!😊 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.💖
ReplyDeleteFor a moment, I thought you knew me personally. Your memories here are much like mine. You write them beautifully. I enjoyed this poem so much.
ReplyDeleteI think what struck me over the smell of purple was the smell of books. I love the smell of a library!
ReplyDeleteI feel blessed to have a nest of purple safe
ReplyDeletewith memory's of the days of my youth.
That nostalgic aroma will certainly bring a lot of feelings of security. Beautiful wordcraft Panchali!
Hank
Isn't it amazing what triggers our memories? Lilacs, for example...
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