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. ...





25 comments:

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

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  3. " 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. That avatar is SO distracting.

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    2. 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. 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. The video is nice tool

    Have a good Sunday

    Much love...

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

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

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  8. Love your poem, particularly that ending, Tess!

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

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

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

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

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  15. odorous bliss"...love that !

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

    =)

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

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

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

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  21. The presence and desire for it come through so clearly.

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