tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post2350703899016595447..comments2023-11-14T03:13:43.700-08:00Comments on Worditude: SIX SCENTS WORTHindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-35755043899036778712018-10-20T23:02:25.635-07:002018-10-20T23:02:25.635-07:00I love this -- the way scents evoke the memories t...I love this -- the way scents evoke the memories that you lovingly sketched. Very lovely<br />Mary (CactusHaiku.com -- a bit belatedly catching up on reading the Comfort Smells contributions. Thanks for reading mine so promptly. Lifts a hot chai latte in toast.)Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133732197612930701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-66749423629849467882018-10-08T12:51:09.327-07:002018-10-08T12:51:09.327-07:00I love that you've included several scents fro...I love that you've included several scents from your youth. Very nice nostalgic feel to it.<br /><br />Teresa from RazzamadazzleMilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17006587172860502932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-56590357675864734252018-10-04T18:19:11.639-07:002018-10-04T18:19:11.639-07:00wonderful poem! love every tiny bit of it. you hav...wonderful poem! love every tiny bit of it. you have precious memories. teandpaper Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15941908386792448453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-30103647666815597252018-10-04T14:19:46.080-07:002018-10-04T14:19:46.080-07:00Nice lines: "and red-winged blackbirds perche...Nice lines: "and red-winged blackbirds perched on<br />fence posts singing their joy to the world." I hadn't thought of those bird sounds as birds singing their joy before, but now it is obvious that is what they are doing.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-69502065507013067582018-10-04T06:56:29.228-07:002018-10-04T06:56:29.228-07:00Thank you so much, Kim. Funny how our own scent m...Thank you so much, Kim. Funny how our own scent memories trigger scents for others and vice versa. Your wash day scents brought me back to the small of bleach and bluing (did your mother use bluing for whites?) and carefully feeding the clothes into the wringer, hence into the basket and up the stairs into the back yard to hang them on the clothesline next to the old grape arbor. Oh (sigh), thank you for that memory!indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-72243924969467064952018-10-04T06:49:20.456-07:002018-10-04T06:49:20.456-07:00Of course I don't mind. All the wonderful mem...Of course I don't mind. All the wonderful memory scents for this challenge have kick-started memories for me as well!indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-74909566151564374192018-10-04T06:25:19.044-07:002018-10-04T06:25:19.044-07:00I hope you don't mind but after reading yours,...I hope you don't mind but after reading yours, I had to add a line for lilacs in my list poem :) Thanks for stirring memories, Bev!lynn__https://www.blogger.com/profile/03991892804149727665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-84033406093593435452018-10-03T11:35:53.043-07:002018-10-03T11:35:53.043-07:00I love that! "Scents are the gossamer golden ...I love that! "Scents are the gossamer golden strands..."Amayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214963251505201287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-26624920877973433192018-10-02T23:10:10.023-07:002018-10-02T23:10:10.023-07:00What wonderful lines to start your poem, Bev:
'...What wonderful lines to start your poem, Bev:<br />'In the attic of my mind, memories<br />are like dust motes riding sunbeams'.<br />I love the way you roller-skate the reader past the the lilac-scented yard gate to your first kiss and I took a deep breath of the delicate scent of new-mown hay kissed by prairie sun. and the smell of coming rain - I love that smell! I'm lucky to still enjoy the smell of wood burning - we have two wood burners, one in the kitchen and one in the dining room to keep us cosy throughout winter. <br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-44810011400412764412018-10-02T19:51:43.026-07:002018-10-02T19:51:43.026-07:00What a beautiful write! The last stanza sums it up...What a beautiful write! The last stanza sums it up perfectly! Thank you!Mary Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528465484642169618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-90168270842899562132018-10-02T17:16:17.760-07:002018-10-02T17:16:17.760-07:00This is so good, Bev! I felt like I was looking t...This is so good, Bev! I felt like I was looking through a scrapbook, complete with sniffables.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13134589375016804713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-38620856645926368482018-10-02T16:36:27.956-07:002018-10-02T16:36:27.956-07:00I love the journey of scents, from childhood bloom...I love the journey of scents, from childhood blooms to the parents smell of food, sunshine and sweat. Thank you for sharing this beloved album of scents Bev!Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-45435942670865465752018-10-02T14:14:51.108-07:002018-10-02T14:14:51.108-07:00Oh Bev, this is wonderful. For me it is one of you...Oh Bev, this is wonderful. For me it is one of your best. It comes out pitch-perfect, with every stanza a stand alone poem, yet weaved together masterfully!Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-91873758767723295112018-10-02T13:25:44.785-07:002018-10-02T13:25:44.785-07:00This is like a concerto of scents, each carrying t...This is like a concerto of scents, each carrying that special not of the past... yes they are strands of all that has left.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com