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Jack Trainer Jun 2014
The fragrance of a memory
From childhood long ago
I’m brought back
To a fenced in back yard
Crayola blue sky
A burnt umber ground
Islands of green and yellow grass
The scent of Summer Hill wafts
As the unseen is revealed
A dream is remembered then forgotten,
And you say it didn't happen
I recollect the aroma that says it did
Whenever I smell the fragrance of Summer Hill from Crabtree & Evelyn, it brings me back to a particular time in my childhood. The same memory on the same day. I was about 5 years old at the time.
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
A broken man
Sees the morning light
And crafts a dream
Soothing his broken soul

A broken dream
Sees the morning light
And crafts a man
Now two with broken souls
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
I am tangled by your rhapsody
Sullen words deftly said
The rise and fall of the harvest moon,
Will ever wonder why we turn away
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
A desolate roadway, endless and meandering
Once well maintained, now splintering asphalt
Wrinkles of the aged silhouette
From the cracks; earthen mounds of despair,
Grow with each passing season
The overgrowth of malevolent verse,
Blanket a once fertile mind that traveled these roads
Undeterred and unfettered
Memories that are incoherent, comprised of fragments
Lost to time
The never-ending scavenger
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
In his youth, his father’s words
Were like a steel sledge; beating down his spirit
A malleable soul, formed in his father’s image
Forged by the fires of maleficence
Now tempered steel
A two edged sword
A weapon created by words
There can be no happy ending to this story
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
Love
Bewitched, tender
Yearning, thirsting, feeling
I fear my heart will burst
Ephemeral
Cinquain Poetry
Jack Trainer Jun 2014
Beneath the willows lion mane
A place to hide from earthly ruse
My cherished memory of younger years
Under the sacred umbrella cloak  
Shimmering tentacles move about
As the wind brushes gently and the sunlight gallantly
Filters the afternoon illuminations
I am in the belly of a jellyfish
Swimming deftly in a sea of dandelions
Tomorrow marks her demise
Another memory left to its devises
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