"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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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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.
ReplyDeleteI 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 :)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThe move from emptiness to cosiness is well done. And...chicken soup!
ReplyDeleteI 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'.
ReplyDeleteI like this phrase:
ReplyDelete"my heart pumps
sunshine"
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.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain scent of home, which you have described so beautifully for us.
ReplyDeletesuch 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
ReplyDeleteSure can curl up with such sights and memory
ReplyDeleteChicken soup! Very comforting. Love how your pace rounds us up, bringing us home to comfort.
ReplyDeleteI love this and fall is the perfect stage for soup!
ReplyDeleteWhat a happy, homey scent bubbling over like soup! Thanks for a hearty serving :)
ReplyDeleteGrace- I wrote about Chicken Soup too -LOL. this is lovely...
ReplyDeleteChicken soup seems to cure all ills including loneliness and nostalgia. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteAh, 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!
ReplyDeleteLove the use of personification for the soup tickling your insides. Very creative.
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