Tagged: aroma
your stories live on
your stories live on
long after you have left us –
grandma’s great pot of
dill, simmering on the stove,
its scent fueling new memories
.
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this must be the place,
this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of
apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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you never forget
you never forget
your first
cardamom moment –
a sweet
accompaniment
.
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saturday morning
saturday morning
baking smells more golden than
the unbound sunrise
.
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waiting for you to
waiting for you to
arrive with the coffee is a
memory within
a memory, an aroma
between infinite dreaming
.
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our memories are wrapped
our memories are wrapped
in cushions of untruths. when
you say i recall, how much is it
a re-calling, a re-placement of
the conditions – the sounds,
the tastes, even that puncturing
aroma of sweet and savory,
the one that beckons bite me
.
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