Reminds Me Of . . .

Posted on October 3, 2018 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  “Comfort Smells”  (posted by Gina)
“Today I ask that you write a poem about a smell that takes you to a time when you would just collapse into a safe place especially when the world was getting too rough and tough on you. Close your eyes for a moment, blot out all the sounds and just inhale a memory. Then write your poetry, write a poem that has smell as a safe memory. What’s your comfort smell? Tell me.”

wet wool scent
gloves drying from snowballs
on a radiator

spicy gingerbread
suffusing the whole house
eating it warm

opened box of crayons
rainbow colored, waxy
coloring in books

chocolate chip cookies
soft giants, baked-from-scratch
burning my tongue

scents that bring back
home comforts of childhood days
innocence in different era

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to Reminds Me Of . . .

  1. Gina says:
    October 3, 2018 at 12:43 am

    I’d love to be that box of crayons sitting by your side as you munch the giant chocolate cookies, I am reminded of my children’s moments of pure pleasure – comforted now that they would also feel the warmth and safety of home just as you did. lovely Sara, simply lovely. I do love snow you know so your opening lines just drew me in.

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  2. Grace says:
    October 3, 2018 at 1:59 am

    Those were the innocent and delightful days~ Love the smells specially the box of crayons.

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  3. kim881 says:
    October 3, 2018 at 6:24 am

    Great scents and memories, Sara, especially the ‘wet wool scent’ and the ‘opened box of crayons’.Yes, ‘innocence in different era’!

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  4. Beverly Crawford says:
    October 3, 2018 at 6:03 pm

    Scents have invariably taken each and every one of us back to childhood, home and mother. I loved your scented memories, though I was never fond of the wet wool smell!!

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  5. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    October 3, 2018 at 6:49 pm

    That scent of crayons was a unique touch.

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  6. rothpoetry says:
    October 4, 2018 at 2:06 am

    Nice! I love the way you did your stanza. Spicy gingerbread is like cinnamon buns baking. The aroma is wonderful.

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  7. lynn__ says:
    October 4, 2018 at 1:41 pm

    Thanks, Sara, for penning these delicious memories! (I just baked some chocolate chip cookies and look forward to coloring with grand daughters today.)

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  8. Frank Hubeny says:
    October 4, 2018 at 9:08 pm

    I remember similar comforting tastes and smells. It is amazing how they comforted.

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