Sunday, January 25, 2015

Secondhand Scent



I press your palm,
inhale a brand new head note.
Dry-down does not alter its mellow ego. 
It smokes grassy through skin,
overrides all previous compounds:  memories,
migraines, cheekbones, jawbones.

Bouquet lingers like the last days of summer.
I hone it, catch it in a Mason jar,
screw the lid on tight; save it for when
I need odorous bliss, an oracle
that calms all sorts of butterflies,
claustrophobia, and scars. 


tk/January 2015


Lovely evocative read by R.A.D. ...





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25 comments:

  1. brudbergSun Jan 25, 03:23:00 PM

    So much to get from that smell.. if we could just keep it and use it for those days of need.

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  2. Tom StephensonSun Jan 25, 04:35:00 PM

    I'm warming to RAD - my desire to punch his lights out is diminishing. Must be the humorously distraught sideways look at the plant at the mention of 'claustrophobia'.

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    1. R.A.D. StainforthMon Jan 26, 05:58:00 PM

      Thank you Tom ... although if you tried to punch my lights out you would end up in hospital ...

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  3. Bekkie SanchezSun Jan 25, 04:35:00 PM

    " an oracle
    that calms all sorts of butterflies,
    claustrophobia, and scars." Excellent lines and mood Tess. Think I'll take on this write this week it looks interesting. <3

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    1. Tom StephensonSun Jan 25, 05:13:00 PM

      That avatar is SO distracting.

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    2. Bekkie SanchezSat Jan 31, 11:35:00 AM

      So sorry! I'm an animator and at g+ many people use gifs. I can't see why that would bother anyone.

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  4. TruedessaSun Jan 25, 05:19:00 PM

    That second stanza says so much oh to capture those summer moments and scents. They do help when the winter storms arrive and we need a sense of calm.

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  5. Gillena CoxSun Jan 25, 06:38:00 PM

    The video is nice tool

    Have a good Sunday

    Much love...

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  6. Silent Otto Sun Jan 25, 08:15:00 PM

    Some people use raw potatos , but i like your method better , it is so sub- atomic

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  7. keiths ramblingsSun Jan 25, 08:26:00 PM

    I could do with a jar of that! Nice one.

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  8. Kathe W.Sun Jan 25, 09:09:00 PM

    oh so sensual!

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  9. AnonymousSun Jan 25, 11:36:00 PM

    Love your poem, particularly that ending, Tess!

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  10. Maria MaineroMon Jan 26, 01:20:00 AM

    Scent is so transforming. . . and so are your words.

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  11. JinksyMon Jan 26, 05:04:00 AM

    Smoking grass is not an image I'd wish to persue ! LOL

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  12. BerowneMon Jan 26, 05:14:00 AM

    The coming blizzard in my area could well use some of that odorous bliss in a Mason jar that you mention. Beautifully written.

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  13. FireblossomMon Jan 26, 01:04:00 PM

    I like the opening, and the structure of the two stanzas.

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  14. 21 WitsMon Jan 26, 06:38:00 PM

    It smokes grassy through skin- what an image. Keep safe that Mason jar and all that's in it! Beautiful read.

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  15. Theresa MilsteinTue Jan 27, 06:13:00 PM

    I like how you evoke scent here. Choosing the right fragrance is always so important to me.

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  16. AnonymousWed Jan 28, 02:45:00 PM

    odorous bliss"...love that !

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  17. Susan AndersonWed Jan 28, 04:01:00 PM

    I am so affected by scent, and especially this variety.
    So much artistry in your words, as always.

    =)

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  18. Anita SabatThu Jan 29, 12:54:00 AM

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  19. Anita SabatThu Jan 29, 12:54:00 AM

    Lovely thought. I have even dreamt that wish we could store scents in jars :)

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  20. Carrie Van HornThu Jan 29, 12:48:00 PM

    Smells do conjure up so many memories in life. This is beautiful Tess!

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  21. humbirdThu Jan 29, 03:50:00 PM

    The scent can unlock the doors to unexpected secrets...

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  22. C. SandlinFri Jan 30, 02:30:00 PM

    The presence and desire for it come through so clearly.

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