The Sacred Scent

The Sacred Scent

A Poem by Kori Fitch

This was a poetry challenge...I was given a this is what happened.


The Sacred Scent

A perfume of confusion lingers
as my confessions sweep me into a
dark chasm.

The splendid scent of my fall
still vibrates through me
truth is obscurity's prisoner
as I roam these forgotten realms.

The presence of some frequency I desire alludes

Oblivion is fought with intention
The fire is fading
pure embers dwell deep
hesitating until
a shift in consciousness ignites

My soul feels like a clouded glass chalice
The sky spins so fast above me

I hunt for a serene whisper
where a breath of love speaks
Where two aspects become one

I hunt for merciful wings
the divine prey haunts me
and I am a tired saint with
only an enchanting scent to chase.

Kori 2012

© 2020 Kori Fitch

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Added on May 2, 2020
Last Updated on May 2, 2020
Tags: Confession, fire, embers, chalice, soul


Kori Fitch
Kori Fitch

Page, AZ

I am a late bloomer as far as writing goes, but it seems as if I was pregnant for a long time with ideas, passion and need for expression. Technically I am a English teacher, but don't worry I only c.. more..