the nose knows

 

this poet followed nose to see

all the smells that comfort me:

new mown hay… alfalfa, please

fresh laundry dried on gentle breeze

strong coffee brew drips into pot

wood shavings piled under knot

just bathed baby’s silken skin (the

top of head where hair grows thin)

lilacs, idyllic of childhood play and

an orchid corsage on Mothers Day

pancake breakfast with bacon frying

crunchy leaves when geese go flying

salty spray froth-whipped by boat or

wrapped warm in mother’s worn coat.

 

 


Link to dVerse where poets explore comforting smells…

 

 

 

sounds of silver

 

breeze whispers in trees

shaking,  sighing, quivering

summit ash leaves quake

 

listen to metal

red tail fin turns, grey blades spin

garden windmill squeaks

 

hear tinkling music

chimes dangle on staggered strings

dance with spring zephyr

 

Version 2

view from my kitchen window

 

epilogue:

do you hear the wind?

whirring sound but no air moves

fan noise app for sleep

 

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

hana tachibana

Hana Tachibana means “mandarin orange blossoms” and is a Japanese “kigo”, season word, used in haiku and featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. 

 

fresh breeze scented by

mandarin orange blossoms

tang of memories

chillin’

Writing prompt at Ramblings of a Writer using words “arrived” & “breeze”.

 

wet flakes fall steady

spring arrived without a breeze

robin hops in snow

 

 

grieve a breeze

“Time Travel: Ancient Japanese Poetry” with Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

Even a breeze may fail me

When I desire it.

Little I should grieve,

If only, sure of its coming,

I could await even a breeze.

waka by Princess Kagami (7th century)

 

extreme summer

wrung out from humidity

even breeze feels hot

haiku by lynn__

breezy little poem

 

gentle quiver shivers maple leaves

reveals flash of their silver underside

quiet breath whispers subtle tease

where downy baby owlets hide

 

stronger gust flexes tops of trees

may blow in raindrops late today

squirrel kits sleep fits and sneeze

when swing in spring’s breezeway

 

 

A quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets pub.

air in motion

our atmosphere

photo by S. Etole

Photo credit:  S. Etole

is making some

commotion here

 

wind blows

chinook whips

zephyr flows

tempest grips

norther howls

westerly stalls

squall prowls

microburst falls

 

yes, it will please

to dry the laundry

on soft breeze

 

but gusty gale

 

frames a pout

when all umbrellas

turn inside out!

 

 


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