Like cigar ash
my memories of you long linger,
tight packed in my heart
and in my head.
When my lungs make room
for new memories,
the ash burns as warm
as your smile,
smelling of cedar
and butter,
tasting of
the soft-sweetest spices.
Photo by Lucas Filipe on Unsplash
The prompt on DVerse this evening is to write an ash quadrille – 44 words, including the word ash.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
really cool images – the idea of butter and cedar perfuming a memory, of sweet-tasting spices, makes me think on flavoured tobacco – all very cleverly used in this 44 – it’s simply …. evocative 🙂
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i was thinking about using the word vanilla, but everyone uses vanilla as an evocative smell and butter is way more savory haha
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I think butter works really well – because it’s so unusual – but somehow, evocative!
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Thank you! I was trying to use words that would be used to describe cigar taste too haha, was hoping it would work on multiple levels 🙂
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I got that – the sweet spices – as I first mentioned, definitely made me think of tobacco – more pipe tobacco, or cigarillos, but then, I’m not well versed in many cigar smells …. over all, it works for a 44! cheers!
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Cheers! 🙂
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Excellent allusion to a relationship using vivid imagery. Well crafted poem!
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Thank you very much!
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A sensual poem evoking the smell of cedar and butter and taste of softest spices. A heady combination!
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Love is almost always about sensations as much as feelings, the memory of touches, tastes, smells. I wanted to evoke that feeling 🙂
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That smell does linger as well as the spices, which I loved at the end. Enjoyed.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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When my lungs make room
for new memories,
I like this – the idea that the whole body holds memories – smell and taste and muscle memory.
Why do cigars smell so much better than cigarettes?
Lovely poem of the senses, and some great taste choices.
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Thank you! Yes, I think of memory as a whole of body experience. If it wasn’t, all our memories would lack texture and depth!!
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Articulated beautifully.
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Thank you!
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This, this, this!
❤
David
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Thank you!
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Such a sensory delight! The whole body experiencing and remembering. I really like
“When my lungs make room
for new memories,”
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thank you, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Such sweet and fragrant memories!
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I love how you have used the scents to describe those memories… and to find new space for new scents
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I just thought of a poem idea -> a poem about writing that focuses exclusively on the texture of the page and of the words O.o
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This is exquisitely drawn! I love how you have associated scents with ash. Very strong write 💝💝
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Thank you!!
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Love to see you mastering sensory poems.
I would love to request a poem solely based on sound next. (Like a song request, it’s just a general desire, I don’t expect it to be honored or anything!)
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I’ll see what I can do 🙂
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