our roses are in a fit of profuse bloom right now & i cannot resist keeping a few clipped & scattered about in bud vases indoors. one of my favorite spots for a bloom is on the windowsill of our kitchen sink. last week i was washing dishes, lost in thought, when a breeze carried the scent to me...memories of my daddy immediately filled my mind. he used to raise the very same variety that was blooming right in front of me. when i checked
one single impression's prompt for this week's poetry, i was again lost in that moment. our senses can really stir so many memories in unexpected & quite beautiful ways! thank you to whomever suggested this prompt.
touch of love {tactile}a breeze slipped
through the window screen
carrying a bit of you
& so i leaned into breathe
something of my childhood
rose petal against my cheek
softer than
a tear
15 comments:
Beautiful Deb. Smell, I think, must be our most powerful memory activator.
Beautiful words, as always.
Beautiful, the rose, the words.... Beautiful!
So very beautiful. I like everything about this verse.
So very lovely. Just as delicate as your rose.
love-bd
Exquisite!
pretty rose....sweet sentiment
9-12-21 &;-D
Such luscious and tactile images. I thought the image of the breeze being fractured into something new as it passes through the screen is amazing.
I love your poems...
your poem is as rich and beautiful as your rose. I remember roses like that from my childhood, so velvety soft, so sweet in their perfume. You can't find anything like that in florests' shops any more.
Ms. di B, did you know those bits slipping through are squared off by the holes in the screen.
I think that amplifies and purifies his scent! :-)
And he should still recognize your childhood somethings. Now the rose petal, ...
This is very sentimental, very nice.
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I love this. Memories are physical experiences. You capture it so well.
Beautiful. Thank you for letting us experience that with you.
Wow!!!!!This is soo beautiful
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