Scents in Time

[artemi]

Simple hopes and dreams,
Youths cherished memories
Of days long thought passed.

Cinnamon’s sweet scent,
Dough rising in the kitchen.
Warm cookies, cold milk.

Come, follow me, friend,
Where life is what matters
Embrace True beauty…

Getting closer to what I am trying, here...

[gryphonpoet]

It's tough to see if you're being nostalgic for a passed innocence or are warning about missing simple pleasures. Either way, I think this poem needs more of a framework to be able to stand. There aren't enough verses and common points to reference in order to let the fragmented sentences sound anything but stilted and jerky.

I do like where I see you at and where I think you're going with it. Keep working at it.