#fragrances
It's Friday, yay! The final weekday of my academic immurement.
On Friday nights we go out - we’re up late - so late that it’s early,
but it’s ok, we’re young and dumb.
But if you think you’ll find me sleeping in on a Saturday morning - you’d be wrong.
On the weekends, the richest part of Paris mornings involve neighborhood street-life - which are invitations to sensory abundance - and it all happens before lunchtime.
The sensorial joys of the “sun‑south” flower market stalls, overflowing with fresh lavender, peonies and powdery‑sweet Violet blooms - tulips from Holland and roses from Kenya - that cool the air with fresh fragrances compete and mingle with savory baking aromas from local boulangeries (bakeries).
The dueling scents define mornings in the Marais (ivy-clad streets) and along the Seine.
Hit the snooze button and you can miss it (and trust me, napping later can be fun).
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A song for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
under the milky way by the church
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
I see
Your beauty in your laughter
Your beauty in your hair
Your beauty in your patience
Your beauty in your grace.
I see
Your beauty in everything
Woman, you drive me crazy
When you're in my arms
When your eyes meet mine
And when you lovingly nudge my hands.
P.S. Translation of ‘Ta Beauté Dans Tout' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC
Rolling out from blue lotus
off the sky
nymphs in tangerine bright
all colours
tuck into disappearing
rainbow slides.
Ah, fragrance
of the broad daylight
a day in summery August
is still heady
weaving blue butterflies!
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
Scent...
............is a spray
of sweet, nagging fragrance,
borne by a rush of air,
touching nostrils as it travels,
to stimulate, and scintillate
a parade of memories,
especially, when distance is great
and truly separates...
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could be from a bouquet of roses,
or a handful of jasmine...or,
the welcome smell of cinnamon, sage,
other spices...elements of what we call,
the fragrances of good cooking...or,
those of sweat and a fruity cologne,
blending, while working,
from caring....from loving...
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it's a brush of summer wind
that captures, even a bit of a sniff
of any, or all of these scents...
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these smells dwell in the senses
they reassure...that one person is never away
fears are held at bay...you're okay,
it brings calm to one's soul...
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the nose...the other senses know,
the heart and the mind know
the source of all
these fragrances...
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no perfume could ever equal
the scent(s) of a woman...
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Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 30, 2018
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS
AND GRANDMOTHERS !!!
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Divine hands
with the dexterity
to disperse a flurry of ethereal fragrances
in one’s soul
take me on a pilgrimage
to the depths of the soul
where I touch the core of my consciousness.
Soul-stirring fragrance of Sandalwood
wafting into my cells
takes me to the depth of
stillness to free my spirit
from the hold of mortality!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC