Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – November: “Nothing is more
memorable than scent” (posted by Sanaa)
“Write a poem that revolves around scent. You may draw inspiration from the quotes and poems above. Feel free to explore the various possibilities and pour your heart out.”
’round corner
hand rolled cigar store
tobacco
leaves and scent
conjures up Dad standing near
puffing on a cigar.
I think he enjoyed
process, readying cigar.
End comes off,
puff until
tip glows red like fire
-place ember.
I love the aroma of a fine cigar ~~~ smoked me a few in my time. Memory of your Dad is precious.
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Thanks, Helen. I hated the smell when I was a kid; now I’d give anything to watch him produce that scent.
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This is such a touching poem, Sara. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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Cigars are the only thing I ever have enjoyed smoking.
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My father would have loved you!
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O Sara, I like this!! I would love to visit a “hand rolled cigar store” but I guess that was before my time. I do enjoy visiting the regular cigar store, the closest I’ve been is the overseas tobacco store. It’s been ages since I’ve smoked a cigar, I would smoke a forbidden Cuban cigar or maybe try a Blunt. We have a family friend who smokes cigars, for shock effects of watchers I think.
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It is quite odd having this place right around the corner, with a cigar store Indian in front. Thanks, Jim!
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I associate the scent of an unsmoked cigar with my maternal grandpa. Your poem takes me back to then… 🙂
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Hope its a good memory.
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