Thursday, March 2, 2017


Olfactory, my senses
Deep within conjures
Vivid memories, for
Each of the scents

Mellow, light, flowery
My aroma wafts
Announcing my presence
Only to the discerning

Bold and heady
Others’ can be
Artificial, it reeks
While hoping to imbue

I churn and swish
And take it within,
Nothing eliminates
Not even coffee bean

A whiff or a tang
A trace or a smack
The days of yore
They do bring back

Prompt: Imaginary garden with real toads