Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Listening to Lucrezia, you'd learn that her family was a long line of scryers and clairvoyants.
" Blame it on, Caine. It's nobody's fault, but we need somebody to blame." So goes a line in one of my favorite songs.
If and But
If you've read my work for a while, you know that I'm a prose person. I'll read poetry, but other than a lousy haiku, I don't write it. A while ago, I ran into the poem I am presenting below.
I had a friend who, whenever something struck him as both profound and annoying, would tug on his sizeable red beard and state that, "I'll have to cogitate my veritabilities."
Once upon a time, we imagined that you got out of school, went to work in your profession, and stayed at your duty station until retirement. I'd love to quash that oversimplification of the past and seal it away with myths about ancient gods and goddesses.
I did not fit in too well at grad school. I was brash, a guitar-playing Folkie.
A friend of mine was a professional ship model maker. Unlike many who might repine because of a lack of work. He fretted and complained about too much work.
As Dwight Eisenhower said -plans are worthless, but planning is essential.