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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#12 Aromatic Dreams |
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As poets we often use visual ideas to put our thoughts onto paper and into the mind of the reader. Indeed these descriptives are vital.
However, we do tend to neglect the other senses so a bit of sensuality practice in this theme – the sense of smell. For me the smell of
coffee brewing is a major resource for my writing, the smell of certain spices brings back childhood memories or the smell of the world
after the rain. So bring on all those smelly poems! Happy Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
Aromatic Dreams
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Kathy AndersonI heard the word of a new shoppe That sold old clothes and other things, So it happened that I went by there For frippery even though I needed nothing. Soon as I entered in it hit me That olde scent of aged wax and weave Of elder fabrics perfectly kept up From unseemly odours that cleave. No mere frivolous perfume But of care and loving repairs None wasted upon noses that consume A less perfect wear by modern care. Wood smoke, cigars and olde pipes Lingered on an old mens smoking coat As much exposed to Bay Rum cologne jars Tang before their pine tar water bath soak.  back to list |
Divena CollinsSweet scented gardens are a perfect bliss To lay where the honeyed dew drops kiss. Upon soft moss beds of sweet campion lace With a lovers warm and tender embrace. Contented are we beneath the blue sky Watching the fluffy white clouds float by. Lost in a dream then enclosed in his arms, Of sweet caresses so soothing and calm. Whispers of love oh those sensual sighs Endearing kisses bequeath misted eyes. Intoxicating perfume of scented blooms As the sun goes down and darkness looms A perfect haven for romance and bliss To lay where the honeyed dew drops kiss.  back to list |
Jem FarmerWhile walking through the store I caught your scent, A lady stood beneath the neon light, She held a bottle of perfume in hand, And memories returned into my sight. Outside the school gates waiting for the bell, I saw my mum; she’s standing, waiting there, With me running out ready to go home, The essence of Charlie kissing the air. I see the old man stop all of those cars, In his white mac with his lollipop stick, Of course it was magic in a child's eyes, Like Paul Daniels performing a staged trick. Past the airfield and rails, Blue on her lead, Over the bridge to check the lizard hill, Were they bathing in early summer sun, Then on home where Peter was lying, still. Sweet memories that I have in my heart You may wonder on the what, why, and how My mum will always be my 'Charlie girl', Although it is me who wears Charlie now. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleCome to me softly down by the river Let us listen to the heron and the swan Sit softly beside me as if meant forever Sniffing the soft air as the day travels on And on and on feeling as if we truly belong. I'll kiss you so gently at first for a moment Then kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you again. I promise you there will be no torment Instead I will drive you, like me, insane, If only I can kiss you again, and again. The river sings softly, the birds do to They sense they know what they've begun Words now unspoken, eyes speak for you Mind spinning love we know will go on Eyes speaking volumes of eloquent song.  ----- Profumo di un Bambino (Scent of a Child) A baby is loves ultimate gift Once bonded, the link is stronger than steel. The baby is cleaned and handed back to mum It's cuddled and kissed and begins to feel. The end is the same as the beginning At first only touch then scent makes aware You hold your child and start the bond The bond that builds, unites, creating care. Each child has its own unique smell And that scent is with you forever more Only mans rules can break these ties, With ethics, and morals and rules that bore. The child grows up and falls in love As is usual under fate's greater plan. A boy falls head over heels in love with her All because of the scent of his woman.  ----- Your Scent The scent of you is that of oil The fragrance of a thousand years A million flowers enriched soil With love produced a thousand tears. And from their tender loving toil The nectar of these floral seers The scent of you is that of oil The fragrance of a thousand years Mere perfume where the juices boil Or ambergris torn out with spears Cannot surpass, their substance spoil What nature gave you so sincere The scent of you is that of oil The fragrance of a thousand years back to list |
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