Monday, March 7, 2016

Freud's Gardenia...

It dissipates through the air
Gently teasing your nose
A fragrance so lovely
Grabbing as it goes
Its beauty so dazzling
That you can’t even see
But a mural so enormous
Is what it brings to me
The scent of a Gardenia
Filled with memories
Applied very lightly
To one’s porcelain skin
Ambience of invisible beauty
A love trail begins
The scent of Gardenia
Filled with memories
An aroma so blinding
That of romantic power
Only but a shrub
Not even a flower
The scent of Gardenia
- Oscar Robles

4 comments:

FreeThinke said...

The menacing black figure writhing in front of that fiery red background looks far more like the Spirit of Abu Ghraib than any gardenia I've ever seen.

FreeThinke said...

Oscar Robles' poem is better than pretty good in paying tribute to the plant with the chaste white blossoms and exotic perfume, but Nat King Cole's "Blue Gardenia" captures the essence of not only the flower, but of a wistful, sophisticated, gentle, elegant, highly civilized era we're not likely to experience again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJSp3k4HLr8

-FJ said...

What a different world... the 30's/40's...

I agree. A pinnacle of civilization, of sorts.

-FJ said...

Meanwhile, I'd best be getting back to my chores...