Treasure Island

Sandi J Holland


Confirmation


I smelled that smell yesterday.
That smell of love.
That musky, dusky smell
Of rain-soaked leaves,
Packed together along
The damp sidewalk.
That moist smell
Of a rain-drenched
Puff of breeze.
That intoxicating smell.
So smooth.
So subtle.
So sweet.
That makes me want to
Climb into your arms,
And sleep.

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. ~William Shakespeare~

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  • Sj Holland (8/23/2013 9:23:00 PM)

    @Patricia
    Yes, the whiff is almost as exciting as the thing itself. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/23/2013 5:39:00 PM)

    Oh so very romantic and enticing. The sense of smell is a very powerful
    thing. Just getting a whiff of something that soothes and causes a person
    to desire it is exciting. Even more exciting than that hot cup of steaming coffee.
    Ha! , Ha! Ha! Sandi. Loved this. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (8/16/2013 2:51:00 PM)

    @Khairul Ahsan
    Thank you. Your comments are poetry. You bring back such sweet memories about letters and their envelopes. Yes, I too can see outstretched arms in a situation like this. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (8/14/2013 9:23:00 PM)

    @ Bradley Jay Phipps and Sj Holland,
    Thanks for your beautiful comments you shared with us. An envelope with a known handwriting on top, used to be a treasure. Before cutting it open, I (or should I say we?) used to have a look at it so many times, smell it so many times, and wouldn't read it unless I was in absolute privacy. Gone are those days, for ever, perhaps! (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (8/14/2013 9:17:00 PM)

    That makes me want to
    Climb into your arms,
    And sleep.
    My God! What a beautiful expression!
    The thought of someone climbing into my arms and sleep makes me stretch out my arms. A beautiful thought nicely penned. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (8/7/2013 8:35:00 PM)

    @Bradley Jay Phipps
    We would be more likely to hug a letter wouldn't we; to clasp it to our breast.I too love pen, ink and paper, versus emails and Kindles. That smell used to be with me all the time when I was younger. Lately, not so much. Could be the deadening of the senses with age, but I think it's mostly the deadening of feelings through the journey of life. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (8/3/2013 5:35:00 PM)

    @Jesus James Llorico
    Hi friend. Yes, it's a warm and cozy smell, and easy to write about when the mind is allowed to wander. Thanks for reading. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (8/3/2013 5:33:00 PM)

    @Joshua Fegley
    Thank you for reading. It is a minute moment, distilled through acute memory and luscious enjoyment. (Report) Reply

  • Jesus James Llorico (8/3/2013 11:11:00 AM)

    Beautifully penned, that smell of love, that musky, dusky smell
    It's so nice to read poems like this written by women, so sweet. (Report) Reply

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