Form: sonnet
Scent
Roses blooming in the summer rain
And coffee brewing just before the dawn;
A mug of steaming chocolate keeps me sane
When flowers, kittens, raindrops all are gone.
A turkey roasting and a pumpkin pie,
Bacon frying, pine logs in the stove.
Forests, rivers, mountains soothe my eye;
My nose prefers mint, cinnamon, and cloves.
When I’m feeling sad or lost or blue
I remember all my favourite things:
A whiff of favoured smell can bring me through
And lift me up on reminiscent wings.
If I were blind and deaf I’d be content,
But I could not enjoy life without scent.
This is a great two scents worth
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ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of that song, "My favorite things". Scents seems to take the express train directly to memories in our brain. Precious direct lines.
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