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Scent Memory





black & white
sunday afternoon
sitting under blankets
sniffling & stargazing


eloquent, chivalrous gentleman
offers handkerchief
lady (who is no fool)
accepts

he dashes off
she breathes it in
eyes wide shut
imprinting

my nose
buried in kleenex
my eyes red
shut

inhaling mentholyptis
i imagine the scent
of a gentleman


Rene ~ 2010


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Comments

  1. Brian MillerSeptember 22, 2010 at 10:12 PM

    smiles. keep dreaming....lol
    and hope the cold gets better if that is for real...
    nice write rene...

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  2. FelinaeSeptember 22, 2010 at 10:25 PM

    Very nice, Rene

    (if your cold is still hanging on, I hope you feel better soon.)

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  3. Gemma WisemanSeptember 22, 2010 at 10:31 PM

    Love how each mini poem is a re-interpretation of a scene! The lines of reality and fevered imagination blur!

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  4. JeffScapeSeptember 22, 2010 at 10:57 PM

    Cold... hearted?

    ;)

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  5. UnknownSeptember 22, 2010 at 11:04 PM

    definitely something nice to imagine... especially with a cold!

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  6. Kathe W.September 22, 2010 at 11:11 PM

    ahchoo
    betchoo
    she ran after him!
    Nice Magpie!

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  7. Amanda MooreSeptember 22, 2010 at 11:55 PM

    Very Unusual, all of us girls dream of a little pampering when we are sick. This was romantic in a "sick" sort of way (pun intended)LOL

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  8. signed...bkmSeptember 23, 2010 at 12:39 AM

    love the scent of a fine gentleman...very nice...bkm

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  9. Priyanka BhowmickSeptember 23, 2010 at 2:55 AM

    wow, that was lovely and i am lost in the scent :D
    dreamy piece..

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  10. FireblossomSeptember 23, 2010 at 5:23 AM

    Sometimes it can be sort of pleasant to be *a little* sick, cos then one can snuggle in with the tissues and chicken soup and watch old movies all day guilt-free!

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  11. Irish GumboSeptember 23, 2010 at 6:36 AM

    Took me there, vividly. I like the scene shift.

    Maybe I should start carrying handkerchiefs :)

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  12. DeborahSeptember 23, 2010 at 6:41 AM

    I like this!

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  13. Fred MillerSeptember 23, 2010 at 8:34 AM

    If the gentleman comes back when you have a cold, because you have a cold, that's the closest thing to safe sex on the planet.

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  14. AnonymousSeptember 23, 2010 at 9:35 AM

    Nice Magpie. This is quite lovely. Love and Light, Sender

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  15. Carrie Van HornSeptember 23, 2010 at 9:55 AM

    Rene this is beautifully written...how scents do awaken our memory...:-)

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  16. Vodka MomSeptember 23, 2010 at 10:01 AM

    I LOVED it.......

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  17. MarianSeptember 23, 2010 at 12:29 PM

    *sniff*

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  18. HelenSeptember 23, 2010 at 12:56 PM

    Harsh ... you deserved/needed Acqua di Parma. Nice writing!

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  19. Kristen HaskellSeptember 23, 2010 at 4:48 PM

    Nice job you took it right back to the Thirties.

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  20. Tumblewords:September 23, 2010 at 4:51 PM

    Love the 'black and white/sunday afternoon' - it's almost a story in its own.

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  21. MartinSeptember 23, 2010 at 5:39 PM

    Loved this take.

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  22. Fragrant LiarSeptember 23, 2010 at 6:09 PM

    Mmmmmmmmmmmm, the scent of a gentleman. Wait. What does that smell like?

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  23. Marilyn & JeffSeptember 23, 2010 at 6:34 PM

    Oh from beauty ...to the reality of a cold! So very well written, I like it.

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  24. SuzSeptember 23, 2010 at 8:15 PM

    oh yes
    a gentleman
    a true romantic you are
    do men still carry them?
    no, just a small bottle of purell

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  25. UnknownSeptember 23, 2010 at 8:25 PM

    thank you all for stopping by..I'm all better now and not contagious anymore...i think :)

    Rene

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  26. LynSeptember 23, 2010 at 8:31 PM

    As good a daydream as any...maybe a cure for the common cold!

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  27. AnonymousSeptember 23, 2010 at 9:28 PM

    I like.. :) good magpie River

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  28. LydiaSeptember 24, 2010 at 4:18 AM

    I promise you that I will remember your poem with my first cold of the season, and it will make me feel better!

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  29. JinksySeptember 24, 2010 at 4:35 AM

    Choice of menthol or violet?? No contest! :)

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  30. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2010 at 6:56 AM

    i love the old time, romantic setting of the first two stanzas. . .and then the last, bringing it back to the here and now. i'm not sure if i'm grossed out by handkerchiefs or think they're cool. nice magpie.

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  31. KaelinSeptember 24, 2010 at 7:26 AM

    loved the feel of this! thanks for stopping by

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  32. Julie Jordan ScottSeptember 24, 2010 at 11:14 AM

    ohhhh sooooo romannnnntic.

    I want to smell, I want to smell! I WANT TO SMELL!!!!

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  33. Paul Andrew RussellSeptember 24, 2010 at 2:57 PM

    Lovely! :-)

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  34. FrikoSeptember 24, 2010 at 6:27 PM

    excellent and unusual.

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  35. Jim SwindleSeptember 24, 2010 at 7:38 PM

    It's clever.

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  36. HisFireFlySeptember 24, 2010 at 9:26 PM

    Inhale.. breathe deep. Imagine what you will.

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  37. ReflectionsSeptember 25, 2010 at 12:55 AM

    Love how scents can take us to a certain place in time, well remembered... Great Magpie!

    Thanks for taking the time to explore mine. I think I am enjoying the mystery of the gremlins as much as you all.

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  38. Tess KincaidSeptember 25, 2010 at 10:30 AM

    Must be a Sunday afternoon in ragweed season! Great Maggie, Rene!

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  39. CatySeptember 25, 2010 at 2:39 PM

    nice write...great way to use your cold as a muse :)

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  40. UnknownSeptember 25, 2010 at 5:03 PM

    Thanks everyone for being so sweet, stopping by and leaving me some kind words...

    I dig you all.

    Rene

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  41. HarveeSeptember 25, 2010 at 6:23 PM

    Nie take on the eau de parma!

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  42. Sue JSeptember 27, 2010 at 6:36 PM

    The mentholatum helps but you'd rather it did smell better :) Nice Magpie.

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  43. One Prayer GirlSeptember 27, 2010 at 7:44 PM

    I could relate to your Magpie though no gentleman stopped with a remedy. :)

    Mine is up.

    PG

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  44. flaubertJanuary 20, 2011 at 6:44 PM

    "black and white
    sunday afternoon" how pretty.
    Pamela

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  45. signed...bkmJanuary 20, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    the scent of Bogie I sense here...it was quite a timeframe...blessings...bkm

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  46. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:25 PM

    stay blessed.

    keep your dreams alive.
    thrive.

    you rock.

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  47. EllaJanuary 21, 2011 at 9:07 PM

    Lovely, I smell cherished memories~

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