The Scents April Stole
A Poem on the Beauty of Sharing
This is for Mikeydred's April prompt and Natasha's poetry prompt.
Sharing brings gifts. --Michelle Liew
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No one saw April,
she stole what she smelled--
the scent of violets,
the tang of sourdough,
the salt that trailed onto the beach.
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She stored the world's aromas in her coat,
beauty kidnapped in her pockets.
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Life's scents gone,
Stories unfurled.
Mothers forgot how their toddlers cried
Trees forgot the dance of leaves.
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An old man lost his heart.
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April emptied her pockets,
And the scents rushed home.
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Her pockets empty,
Scents returned,
Her heart refilled
By the sweetness of gifting
The world stirs.
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This poem is entirely original. 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 (6)
Beautiful and wonderful imagery,
Stunning work Michelle! Such gorgeous imagery! I loved every bit of it! 🌸
🩷 wonderfully written
Oh wow, this was absolutely wonderful. Loved it so much!
There are so many lines the stood up and got my attention. Fantastic poem
This was pure magic! Sometimes we have to lose a little to realize just how beautiful it was — but somehow, it always finds its way back.💖