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The Forgetting (Free verse) by Dovina

He stooped to smell a rose, the same he’d smelled all morning. Inner child not inner any more, he tasted everything new— delicious oblivion. Eternal pasteless now.

LilMsLadyPoet 3-Jan-06/8:39 PM
Other than the word pasteless, I like it. In fact it would be good even if you dropped the last line. I would think it a blessing to savor as new the smell of a rose, rediscovering things that delight the senses, and forget the pain and worry of just a moment ago. It is hard, but some good and joy comes from it as well.
Isn't it a form of pastel? Without pastels? without color?
Unable to paste? without paste?
LOL....Microsoft Word and my standard dictionary does not have such a word as pasteless.




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