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shower cascades down as
steam rises it brings
a delicious moment
and i inhale the
fragrance of
vanilla
it carries me along
as the breeze does
a flight of fancy
eyes closed
i lean toward
a revery
i breathe in the scent
of candles of
fresh vanilla sent
to me of you
and your
memory
found in a distant past
to the smell of
baking in your
kitchen with
warm cookies
but alas
i realize you are gone
but you are here
and really never
far as i inhale
always your
vanilla
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-craft-of-poetry/
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smell has such a way of taking us back you know….certain smells evoke certain moments…or people…i was thinking mother as i read this…love the nature elements as well…the shower…the breeze…like stepping back…
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This actually is about my mom. Every time I smell vanilla I remember how wonderful the kitchen smelt as she was always baking. Thank You!
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Nicely done. Smell is so evocative, more so than music when it involves food.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Renee. 🙂
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Thank you Jamie! I do hope you are feeling alright and that life is getting better for you. I am so loving your writing on your site. You are quite the gifted writer. 🙂
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Renee, I am doing well and so delighted that you are enjoy the poems. It is kind of you to say so.
Be well. Poem on …
🙂
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very evocative. loved it….
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Thank you Mohana and for visiting.
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…the smell of love is indeed different with how it should taste in our tongue… nice to reminisce and savor the ghostly existence of love thru smell… smiles…
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Thanks Kelvin! It is amazing how I can be somewhere and a particular scent drifts by and I’m off on my journey of memory.
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smell is so evocative
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Thanks Lucy!
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I knew it immediately. Sadly, I do not have memories like this. My Mum and I until today, talk. I remember conversations and storytelling. I wish we also have memories of baking and cooking.
Mum sends us out of the kitchen – I am the family’s worst cook.
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Thanks Nino! My mother always invited me into her kitchen and taught me all she knew. I will never be the cook she was but still the time was wonderful.
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i love when certain scents bring back memories of specific people..and in her being away the comfort of her lingering scent…nice
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Thanks Claudia! Not sure why but vanilla is my favorite scent. Could be I’m just wired to love it or in part because of mom’s cooking and baking.
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Vanilla brings the kitchen to mind also Renee… Beautiful Poignant memory xxx
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Thank You Sue! It so takes me back. Mother loved to bake and the kitchen was oftern full of wonderful aromas.
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Do we all reminisce fondly at the scent of vanilla? I think perhaps we do. And your poem brought the scent to me, sans temporal source. Thank you!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/15/screaming-in-the-backyard-2/
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I’m not sure but I do know it is something that is used often in fragrances and in the kitchen. Glad you enjoyed.
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I think scent memories are our deepest ones. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you Susan and yes I so agree. On a bit of a funny note. My grandmother always used Ben Gay for her aches when I was a girl and now when I use any kind of muscle rub…I think of grandma. 🙂
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Smells are very powerful…certain perfumes can send me totally back in time. I think that’s a sweet memory to have of your mother…especially could picture her in the kitchen baking. Nice, Renee.
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