Walking by the wooded creek the fallen leaves and scent of murky water reaches my nose. The carcass of a now lifeless squirrel lays posed as fire ants are eating decaying putrid flesh. Smoke from dried wood and trash offend my nose hairs as harsh chemicals float above my head. The protective smell of the…
Category: smell
A Lone Surfer
Still cool white sand stuck between my long salty toes,A tiny swell moved close wetting my dragging jeans,My nose took in through its filtering, yearning hairs,The formidable smell of fish and salt and long lost cares. Leaving my summer clothes on the beach I ran forward,Feeling the sense of freedom the cool water brought,Still strong…
Her Hands Remembered
Wafer-thin like parchment paper was her aged and petite hands, In utter awe, I watched them fashion such a dance with magic. Smooth was the full, ample wooden bowl from a long history, Of the artful formation of her famously yummy buttermilk biscuits. Fingers old and steady, so familiar with each curve as she readies…
Top Billing
They walk proudly, petite heads held high,Eyes darting about at the sound of any unfamiliar noise,Both leads growing taunt as a squirrel runs by. Red ants enfold the corpse of a tree frog,Steering excited feet away from their potential sting,Greeting a neighbor about to start his jog. Tails wag as smell leads them to new…
Love and Coffee
Sweet the smell of his now sunken pillow Where he lays his buzzed and weary head. Gentle sounds carefully filtered find a way Into my cozy waking moments in our bed. Sheets still warm hold imprints of touch, Along with fragments of his voice deep. Gentle footsteps in the kitchen moving, Making coffee to awake…
The Power of Smell
When I was in Elementary School, I was to attend PS 104. This unforeseen and dreadful move was swift, like a thunderous cloud burst assaulting the unexpecting Carolina blue skies. It came like a freight train through my little garage room with the red concrete floor in the middle of the night. My father was…