Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Scents Of Childhood (Haiku)

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Smoky scent of woods

Slowly burning at sunbreak

Of my childhood lost.

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~ooo~
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Ricefields smoldering

Scents of morning after rain

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The sun is rising.

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~ooo~
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Salty ocean breeze

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Caressing the hair and face

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Of the grown up boy.

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~0~

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Sweet smell of cut grass

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Brings the boy back to school grounds ~

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Mirths of used to be.

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I forgot to post this here, It’s from the thread I once created in another site.

Now, What scents remind you of childhood?

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13 responses

  1. anujjha

    There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. -Elizabeth Lawrence

    Seriously phase of childhood is the golden period of ones life.
    during this pd. we have no barrier of caste,religion.
    no one scolds us. we do lots of mischief. we have a real fun.This we miss allover our life.

    AM000000120000004331 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  2. anujjha,

    Thank you very much for your wonderful comment and for sharing those beautiful words about childhood by Elizabeth Lawrence. It just said it all.

    It also reminds me of my poem: “Childhood Nook, Revisited” please click here to view:

    https://jeques.wordpress.com/2007/09/03/childhood-nook-revisited/

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    postscripts: Please give me a link to your blog. I can’t get an access. Thanks

    AM000000120000000831 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  3. recoveringanorexic

    You are a great writer. 🙂 And thank you so much for your inspiring comment in my blog. You are so kind. 🙂

    AM00000030000001631 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  4. Thanks.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000030000002331 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  5. hehe, hi jeques, yup, i remember these haikus. i still love reading them. hope you are doin fine 🙂

    PM00000050000005031 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  6. indianamatt

    Fireworks exploding

    Pleasant burning fills one’s nose

    Independence Day

    PM000000110000000531 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  7. indianamatt

    Enjoyed your post. Thanks for it!

    PM000000110000002431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  8. Hi Totomai,

    It’s nice to hear from you again, you must be having a grand time back home with your family in the city of smiles. I’m doing fine. The worsening condition of my father(He has cancer) is threatening an untimely home-coming. I hope he recovers. He is in the hospital right now and I’m worried. I just keep on praying.

    Anyways, enjoy the remaining days of your vacation. I’m sure we have a lot to expect from you in your blog when you return ~ pasalubong. Hehehe!

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM000000120000002031 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  9. indianamatt,

    Thanks for contributing a lovely haiku to this thread and share the scents that remind you of your childhood. The sense of smell, as you also said it in your blog indeed conjure memories that make us nostalgic.

    Thank you for your visit to my nook and I’m glad to know you like it.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000010000001731 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  10. anujjha

    hi jeques,
    my blog is
    http://www.reasonsoflife.wordpress.com

    looking ahead ur new article…………..

    AM00000010000005731 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  11. anujjha,

    thanks. I added you in my blogroll for easier access.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000020000003631 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  12. jeques, scents of childhood for me would be the banana trees, smell of the newly harvested ricefields of camote. the sweet smell of the parched ricefields in May. the sugarcane newly cut from their stems. the bougainvilla flowers freshly picked. and the smell of fried egg.

    AM000000120000005430 10, 2007 at 12:00 am09

  13. Marvin,

    My sense of smell has this powerful force to bring me waves of nostalgia – I’m nostalgic with the smell of camote, too. I used to join my cousins harvesting them in my grandfather’s farm – and camote is the first plant I grew in a pot, remember?

    But the smoky scent of woods burning at sunbreak give me the most profound nostalgia, and I don’t know why? I just remember childhood right away everytime I smell it.

    too bad, we can’t burn woods here in chicago, or 911 will come for a rescue. Hehehe1

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM000000120000002830 10, 2007 at 12:00 am09

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