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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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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47 comments:

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

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  2. Very nice, Rene

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

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

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  5. ahchoo
    betchoo
    she ran after him!
    Nice Magpie!

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

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

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

    Maybe I should start carrying handkerchiefs :)

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

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

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

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  15. Nice job you took it right back to the Thirties.

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

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

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

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

    Rene

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

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  22. 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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  23. Choice of menthol or violet?? No contest! :)

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  24. 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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  25. loved the feel of this! thanks for stopping by

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  26. ohhhh sooooo romannnnntic.

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

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  27. Inhale.. breathe deep. Imagine what you will.

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

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

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

    I dig you all.

    Rene

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

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

    Mine is up.

    PG

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  34. "black and white
    sunday afternoon" how pretty.
    Pamela

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

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  36. stay blessed.

    keep your dreams alive.
    thrive.

    you rock.

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  37. Lovely, I smell cherished memories~

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