#fragrant
on fragrant morn a
corpse lies among the tall grass
the war has ended
haiku 24/9/15
on fragrant morn the
corpse lies among springs tall grass
war has not ended
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC
The cherry blossom petals falling are fragrant
As they pass me by;
I close my eyes for a moment
And loving thoughts of you bring joy to me.
-Reh
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 2:52 PM UTC
When I got a new book,
I have found my favourite smells
and also remembered all about her.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
To ANYONE I've ever loved:
My heart is not a board game.
It is NOT OK to play with it.
The results may be temporary fun for you,
but it has a lasting effect on me.
So if I offer my heart to you,
on a silver platter,
adorned with jewels
and fragrant with love.
Please do not taste its honey
and indulge in its goodness
if you do not plan on letting me love you
for the rest of my life.
I'd rather watch you from a distance,
admiring your beauty
silently wondering
what it like to be loved by you.
Than to pry my fragmented heart
from your beautiful hands.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
Hopes and dreams
are soft and fragile
as the petals above.
Bathing and blossoming
in the radiating warmth,
love and happiness
of the sun.
But attached to these
fragrant petals
are thorny stems
the one needs to climb
to bathe and breathe
the intoxicating and enriching aura.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
Easy it is to be caressed by
the soft-wine colored petals.
Easy it is to breath in the aura
of the fragrant roses.
But are you ready to come close
hold the razor sharp thorns;
enduring the pain of the thorny stems
are you ready to accept the roots
from which she grew.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
In the fields of fragrant flowers,
I see Mother’s supple silhouette
shimmering with the soft sunlight.
Her hair tied with peony barrette;
Sweet smiles radiate at sight.
The sentimental scents of myrrh
Wafts from her body; my eyes gleam;
I run towards and embrace her.
Is this a dream? Is this a dream?
In the fields of fragrant flowers,
This time and space is of great blest-
I wish there was no tomorrow.
For months I have been left bereft.
I tell mother of my sorrow;
I wish to be with her and roam
Away from life’s chaos and gloom.
Return to the land of our home,
And see orchid blossoms bloom.
I ask mother if I could stay;
Thousand tears cloud her gentle eyes;
She kisses me like rainy day;
It is time to awake and part!
My heart weeps with the wintry wind.
Her spirit; many miles apart.
I am alone and left behind
To face this world’s reality.
Must this be my sad destiny?
All that is left
Is scents of fragrant flowers.
(c) 2018 Joanne Chang
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
There is a thing that makes someone that we love and rose become our favorite things.
They both,
Beautiful yet lovely
Fragrant yet addicting
And,
They are also painful
Like Rose which has torn and bleed our arm when we touch it
Or,
Like someone that we love who promise us something, but only words which gone hopeless until we upset with tears.
Then,
It always ended up to loving and wanting them back, over and over. Even though we knew how it felt being hurt.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
I begin to stir
Fragrant scents of memories
Wake to see sunlight
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Someone once asked me, "How does it taste?"
I responded, "Perfumey." because I didn't think that they would understand, "Fragrant."
They still didn't get it.
So I tried to make them understand what was meant when things were called "fragrant"
...and then I tried to get them to identify with smelling a smell so strong that you can taste it- I gave up...
and answered,
"I'm just weird. The food is good."
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Hey you there, oh thou drooping rose
what are you trying to disclose?
It seems that time has passed quickly
and left you now looking sickly.
You once were so bright and fragrant
but now you are like a vagrant;
shedding down all those body parts
before the expected end starts.
Was it because of your placement
in front of a sheer glass casement
on that window sill sun-exposed
and in midday hours being closed?
My sympathy for you dear friend
it looks as if you're near the end.
___________________
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
Standing alone in the courtyard, there she stands swaying in the humid breeze, a yard in the open she is a humble to fragrant Plumeria trees. Oh how I loved the wind before he took you from me, tell me it was all false and stay awhile is my only plea.
You did a swirl and you twirled in white and yellow, only to turn me into a sad old fellow!
Well I’ve waited for twenty years my love, clinging to your hopeless memory, of how there was a day that came where you couldn’t remember me.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
In a dream I was walking, all alone.
A flower; I saw-
off in the distance..
it was all alone, like me.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Into this world
of ancient earthen homes
heated by fragrant native wood
comes gentle and silent snow.
Within the delicate fibers
of this newly formed heart
one tapestry is being woven.
Its indeterminate colors
barely visible, shimmer.
Longing, and loving
one presence, dancing closely
finding balance and resolution
in this sound, in this knowing
in shraddha.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Beckon the swallows sweetly,
With a voice filled with longings
To the heavens of scented Spring.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
So sweet the smell
I cannot tell.
Is it a lily or
is it the girl
next door…
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
*My heart sails,
Like the ocean breeze,
In search of the calming aquamarine waters,
As it rises with ease.
Sending a refreshing fragrance,
When the brisk air echoes upon the shore,
And cleanses my inner soul,
As I listen to the music of yore.
And the midnight sky,
Transcends into a luminous show,
As I sit back,
And enjoy the beautiful site from below.*
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC