warm bread freshly baked
the earth just after spring rains
clothes dried in the sun
a bush laden with lilacs
my sheets still smelling like you
a few words spewing from my soul…
29 Apr 2020 9 Comments
in poetry, tanka Tags: love, NoPoWriMo, smells, tanka
warm bread freshly baked
the earth just after spring rains
clothes dried in the sun
a bush laden with lilacs
my sheets still smelling like you
Apr 29, 2020 @ 21:11:22
Beautiful.
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:22:29
🙂 thank you!
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:56:54
You’re welcome!
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:11:17
That last line for some reason reminded me of the way someone who’s lost a spouse keeps a piece or two of unwashed clothing and mourns when the scent of the other is finally gone. (I know, reading too many murder mysteries.)
janet
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:21:31
I was thinking more like when he goes to work early, and I get to sleep in. Haha. How it gets left warm and scented on that side of the bed. But I can see how it could be taken as needing it for the bloodhound!
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:22:48
I know what you meant, but it made me think of the sadder thought I shared. 🙂 In our house, I wake much, much earlier!
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:37:04
Haha I like your spin on it! I used to … But now I stay up way too late working and it’s harder to be up at 5. Lol
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:38:32
I’m a morning person and Bill isn’t, so that’s part of it. He also stays up late, working sometimes or recovering from work by being on the PlayStation. 🙂 If I stay up too late, I just lose out on sleep, but I have to be careful about going to bed nice and early, then reading too late.
Apr 29, 2020 @ 22:41:46
That’s also something I’m guilty of lol.