Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Chicken soup for autumn



The smells come for me

when I feel low, let down
when I am missing home, coming 
                                                  home

heat wafts my nose, slices 
my belly with steaming chicken 
soup, tickling my insides 
with spices & shrimp dumplings

my heart pumps 
                         sunshine, sticky as sugar
painting all over the house 
                         comfort, sewn by happy memories 

I am snugly warm
watching the      leaves   
                                   leap 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Poetics - Comfort Smells by guest Gina of Singledust.
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18 comments:

  1. You certainly got my olfactory senses lit up; last line is wonderful. I like the form you used, unfettered. Sense memories, especially smells, triggers a flood of imagery.

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  2. I am smelling that delicious chicken soup! Homemade, I presume? Isn't it funny how the fall brings back what I call comfort memories? Dreary cold and damp day here in Boston - so for the first time this season, I had tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch -- that's my comfort from childhood lunch :)

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  3. I think I sense the way the scent in itself is like a house... there is an inside of comfort and open arms... and seeing the outside through the glass.

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  4. The move from emptiness to cosiness is well done. And...chicken soup!

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  5. I love the form and the imagery, Grace, which are both so upbeat I can't help but grin! Even though I don't eat chicken, I do appreciate the smell of soup that tickles your insides. I like the almost-internal-rhyme of 'dumplings' and 'pumps'.

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  6. I like this phrase:
    "my heart pumps
    sunshine"

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  7. What a wonderful way to go back home to a home of comfort and love. The smells and tastes - a wonderful journey you have shared with us.

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  8. There is a certain scent of home, which you have described so beautifully for us.

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  9. such a wonderful memory with smells Grace, chicken soup and sunshine in a home that welcomes heart and belly. love how you describe from simple scents they transform to deep seated pleasure and joy

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  10. Sure can curl up with such sights and memory

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  11. Chicken soup! Very comforting. Love how your pace rounds us up, bringing us home to comfort.

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  12. I love this and fall is the perfect stage for soup!

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  13. What a happy, homey scent bubbling over like soup! Thanks for a hearty serving :)

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  14. Grace- I wrote about Chicken Soup too -LOL. this is lovely...

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  15. Chicken soup seems to cure all ills including loneliness and nostalgia. Very nice.

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  16. Ah, the aroma of fresh chicken soup! It warms me up just thinking about it! Your evocative verse conjures up all of the delicious memories I have of enjoying it!

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  17. Love the use of personification for the soup tickling your insides. Very creative.

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