This is probably the shortest poem I’ve written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it!


Here is a list of things she smelled of:

Sunlight.
Beginnings.
Expensive perfume.
Hot chocolate.
Feelings.

and a list of things she looked like:

A crisp white shirt.
Sushi.
Sunset.
Christmas lights.
Love.

A list of things she reminded me of:

Empty vodka bottles.
Terraces and stars.
Neck kisses.
Smeared mascara.
The color of sunlight after it hits a bottle of whiskey.
Life.

A list of things she was:

A dragon-slayer.
A smile despite a tiring day.
A favorite song on repeat.
My auto-correct.
Human and alive.
Home..
Mine.


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76 Comments

  1. Simply smashing gem that sparkles…thank you for this. Keep on swimming upstream & dog paddle your way into the world of poetry, literally,,,peace, love & light—g.a.meeder

  2. I noticed this line… A list of things she was: and the last word Mine. So does that mean the girl in the poem now belongs to your past? Just a thought. But nevertheless, the poem is deep. Thanks for sharing!

  3. “A list of things she reminded me of”
    The disconnect between this section of the poem and the others interests me. There is corruption here, imperfection which is lacking elsewhere. I almost wonder whether it is the same woman.
    Is she empty vodka bottles or crisp white shirt?
    Is she sunset or smeared mascara?

    Perhaps the poem reflects the truth about ourselves. We are neither all good nor all bad. We are sometimes found and all to often lost.

    I like your poem.

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