“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected,
momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake
in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of
pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern
town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines
hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and
memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the
undergrowth.” – Diane Ackerman
“My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on
the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the
gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.” – Alexander Smith
Scent so sweet it governs the senses. Greetings poets, wayfarers and friends. Welcome to another exciting Monday in the Imaginary Garden. This is Sanaa Rizvi stepping in for Isadora Gruye today.
I remember studying John Steinbeck’s,”The Chrysanthemums.” After reading this particular piece of literature and understanding the author’s point of view; the mere idea of associating scent with good and bad memories seemed intriguing to me. Do you also associate scent with memory?
I remember studying John Steinbeck’s,”The Chrysanthemums.” After reading this particular piece of literature and understanding the author’s point of view; the mere idea of associating scent with good and bad memories seemed intriguing to me. Do you also associate scent with memory?
"Today I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
An the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
Rhubarb or celery ..."
- Edward Thomas, Digging
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
An the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
Rhubarb or celery ..."
- Edward Thomas, Digging
"Sweetly breathing, vernal air,
That with kind warmth doth repair
Winter's ruins; from whose breast
All the gums and spice of the East
Borrow their perfumes; whose eye
Gilds the morn, and clears the sky."
- Thomas Carew, 1595 - 1645
That with kind warmth doth repair
Winter's ruins; from whose breast
All the gums and spice of the East
Borrow their perfumes; whose eye
Gilds the morn, and clears the sky."
- Thomas Carew, 1595 - 1645
Your challenge today is to write a poem revolving around scent. You may draw inspiration from the quotes and poems above. Feel free to explore the various possibilities and pour your heart out.
Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I
look forward to reading what you guys come up with. Please do visit others and
remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!🌷
8 comments:
Past my bedtime here... I will return tomorrow to read.
@Bjorn; Loved the poem!❤️ Thank you so much for writing to the prompt🍹
I love this prompt! I think of the seasonal magic we all develop with time's hands and how scent propels us to time travel~
@Ella; That's such a beautiful thought!❤️ I am so glad you loved the prompt!🍹
If you will delete my link that didn't work, would greatly appreciate it. That pesky html thing got me!!!
@Helen; Got it!❤️ Don't worry that pesky html thing gets the best of us. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!🍹
Good Morning Everyone- Joining in today!
@Linda; Good morning gorgeous!❤️ Heading over to read you! Happy Wednesday🍹
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