The Scent of Durian
Poetry on Being Forgotten
For those less familiar with the Southeast Asian fruit, the spiky durian, is rich, creamy, but its pungent odor overwhelms some.
When someone forgets, he hands you are durian that spikes and fractures your thoughts.
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I left the birthday gathering.
Forgotten.
Drag.
Step.
Stamp.
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Recall your words-- that you will--
But you
Forgot.
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The scent of durian.
The color--
Of new shoes
For others
Remembered.
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Drag.
Step.
Stamp.
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To the subway.
My shoulders
Slumped.
You acknowledged.
But will you--
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The train rushes.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
The scent of durian
Remains.
Still stays.
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Your durian.
Strong.
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Drag.
Step.
Stamp.
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That smell.
Doesn't wash.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Most creative, I know nothing about this fruit but despite the scent I am curious to find out,
Nice poem…haven’t tried it or heard of it.
A good poem and I liked the reading of it too (the youtube recording).
I've never tried durian, the smell is enough to turn me off!
I don't like durian at all, lol. Loved your poem!