A fleck of dust caught my eye
skimmed a hand across
the dresser surface
and the sight of a picture
held me in its sway.
I once fell in a heap.
A helpless load of love
until the end
yet still, the empty bottle
carries the scent I so adored.
Dust gone
I resist an urge to remove the lid
and have my fill of the
Heavenly fragrance of
Yves Saint Laurent
Opium.
~*~
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There are certain scents that will always remind me of people who wore that perfume. I’ll have to stop by the perfume counter next time to smell this one!
Really? You can resist the urge? 🙂
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I sometimes yearn for the time when I wore and loved in Opium. A delicious reminder.
excellent, as others have soda, scent is indeed powerful
I loved your poem. And what’d have happened if you had removed the lid? That’s what I want to known. Perhaps the poem has a second part? 🙂
Greetings from London.
Scent is so powerful. Excellent write.
Enticing verse…though I’ve never had that particular pleasure. I still have a few bottled scents from years ago. I tend to get my scents now from fragrances added to shampoos and body washes. Vanilla, strawberry…I wonder if anyone has tried to bottle the scent from a butterfly bush – that is rather heady!
Thanks for stopping by both of my offerings. Hopefully next weeks list will expand the ‘meeting’ 🙂
Brenda, so poignant–scent is such a powerful hit to the memories–like a wormhole that instantly takes you right back, whether you want to go or not.
Simple yet so powerful.
Like the poem, but all agog to know why you resisted the urge!
Come on! Open it! You know you want to! 🙂
beautiful poem…. Opium is the only perfume i’ve worn for decades. {smile}
♥
fun – I still keep an empty bottle of the baby shampoo I used on my son all those years ago!
Bren, it is fascinating to me how scents and touching certain objects can transport us to other times. I have a painted glass coaster that does the exact same thing, when I pick it up to clean it. I am transformed to a beach on Miami. Lovely poem with a hint of sadness and loss.
Pamela
Opium is a perfume you can get drunk on… I have worn it off and on over the years. Sexy stuff. At least, it makes me feel that way.
yes, .. i wore opium for about 4 years, a long time ago and i have
so many intense, sexy and addictive laughs at that time in my life.
thank you for this lovely reminder.
A lovely scent poem!
You took me right back, too, with this poem. Beautiful.
I think I understand this, Bren. I have some fragrances here as well that take me back…..mixed blessing really. Some sadness, but a lot of good stuff too! An evocative piece of writing.
Yup. It only takes a whiff to transport us somewhere other. I love this write. Thanks.
So many memories can be unleashed with just one whiff. Lovely write,
Elizabeth
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Smells can sure bring memories about, although there aren’t many around my mout, except the litterbox of course haha
Didn’t like the perfume, love the poem!
I could smell the scent 😛
I love scent-associations, and I found yours very enjoyable to read.
Great use of the words. Scent is such a strong link to old memories.
My favourite scent! 🙂
I thought I detected the scent as I read? Nicely done!
smiles…a scent can take you back….my boys found an old cologne bottle among my things at my parents…gosh maybe 25 year old….i would not let them open it…afraid of how it might smell…haha