GloPoWriMo 2018: Day XXIX: Unscented

Coming in right under the wire and off prompt today for the second last poem of Glo/NaPoWriMo 2018. It was a jam-packed day, full of work and gaming – not the lazy Sunday I’d normally prefer (and rarely get anyway). So keeping and short, but not so sweet for today’s poem with…

A flower without a scent
This beautiful thing
Less that what it was meant

A rose by any other call
Smelt as sweet
Or not at all

A flower without a scent
This deceitful thing
Less than what it was meant

A bloom without its power
Like ivory sunshine
Trapped in ebony tower

A flower without a scent
This hollow thing
Less than what it was meant

A flower without a scent
And a fool
Who thought there was more

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