Sensations of tracings over my lips
Subtle clove cigar-smoke fingers
Questing fingertips
Coercing memories to peek and play
Like the ever-warm scent of pine
On a winter's day
I feel the scent of him . . .
by Kelly Varner Johnson
Author notes
The connections we make to various memories, good and bad, always amaze me. Sometimes a fleeting aroma can bring alive a treasured memory as more than just a memory.
It's a space in our perception of time, a space that lives and breathes with such life that, to me, it is more than just a memory. It lives.
Kel
Just how I miss him sometimes
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I love this. It reminded me of having these same sensations. In the past, Tom would go TDY, I would smell his pillow! Also, the smell of donuts and coffee remind me of my dad and the trips the two of us took to the bakery.
I love the spaciousness of this poem. It has enough open spaces to allow our minds to join yours. There is a touch of sadness about this write and I cannot put my finger on it. Is it there, or am I imagining it?
Very nice. Your power with brevity is astounding.
~ Joyce
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Joyce, you are very, very perceptive and sensitive. You did not imagine the sadness in this write. It is there!
Even though I didn't intentionally put that out there, you still caught it. wow.
Grant was gone for awhile. A rough journey. He's back and all is well.
I'm still reeling at the fact that you caught something I felt during this write, that others have not picked up on.
Good for you! That's impressive!
Love to you!
Kelly
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Coercing memories to peek and play
Like the ever-warm scent of pine
There is perfection about this line. It is one of those passages that speak in so many layers -- an instant classic.
Well writ.
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I think you have chose a great way to express the sentiments in the authors notes. Clove cigarettes are very distictive. I still strongly associate them with certain events in my past. Great job.
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Beautiful ... Sensitive ...
and sensual. I loved the subtle associations. Well done, Kelly.
Love
Myra
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Winter??? Time to unwrap the 'presence'...
Pun intentional...lol
Thoughts now skirt the phase of space
Memories trace those lines of face
Misconceptions lost their trust
As past does peel the open rust
Time does warp upon itself
As all that was, again is felt
In thoughts reflection live once more
The sights and smells of...nevermore
Hugs...Eddy
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Great poem about how are sense of smell can bring back old times and things. I usaly get that sensation more with places than peaple. Somtimes if I smell somthing that smells like somewhere else I get a little dejavu.
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Thanks for the read, Reese. Grant used to smoke and pipe and owned a pipe or smoke shop, whatever it's called, in the 80's. He doesn't smoke anymore but he did when I first met him.
If I catch a whiff of that smell and it's cold like winter, then it reminds me of him.
Oddly, I really don't like the smell of tobacco smoke or pipe smoke and I'm not a winter person--don't like to be cold.
But, the combination of the two, if it's just right, is kind of comforting to me.
Otherwise, it's not really the scent of people so much as it is objects, items, like a worn leather wallet, or the smell of crayons. And even other smells. Brings on some deja vu too.
Thanks for bringing a smile to my face as I took a moment to ponder and reflect. That was actually enjoyable.
Kel
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Nice...very nice
I really enjoyed this sensual write of your most indepth feelings for your companion.
It is indeed something...when you experience True Love and it Loves you back in honesty.
Great feel in reading this, Kelly.
Ephiphany
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How true, how true . . . there are only a few instances when that's happened to me, but I remember them well. The connections we make with smell and memory is very powerful. Good poem.
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Thank you for dropping in, Tom. And for reading my work and understanding it. And you can relate to a lot of what I'm trying to say. That's pretty cool. Kel
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