the smell is familiar, it brings me back to childhood… i can’t recall its origins, although it’s stuck in my mind… i can’t recall it’s meaning, does it hold any importance in my life?… wooden frame and steel strings, finger bleed… papers clutter the surface, so much i can’t tell… baby blue ceramic catches the ashes as they fall… holes in the plastic, hair caught in between… what are the images going through my mind?… i can’t tell, but it feels all right… strap the helmet on to protect your memories… do you hold anything close to your heart when it has gone away?… or do you simply toss it aside into the junkyard?… i can breathe, i can feel the flame… stitch the wound for it needs to heal…..
©1998 josephine b. ciliento
“jasmine fresh” is a poem that will be included in my third book trilogy, which will be released through amazon in september 2020.