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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let us put together a montage Of aromas…In our minds Perhaps of Juicy Fruit gum Perfume, sweat or of Roses Of rain on hot pavement Of tar, surf and the Seaside Of candies, pastries baking Of gun smoke…and loam And any and every other aroma that Wafts you back home Then add to this construct The sense of touch: Of textures both smooth and rough The feel of soft skin Breezes that caress one’s face The feel of heat and cold The texture of silk…and lace The hardness of marble The warm flush of pleasure And the cold ,cold feel of steel Now add to this assemblage An assortment of sights: Of Moonlight on snowdrifts And star sprinkled skies And the amazing innocence In an infant’s eyes The smile on loved one’s faces The wrinkles of age… the dimples of youth The sight of wondrous places Now affix to this conjured up collage The sense of sound: The peal of bells…of whispered sighs Echoes in dells…and sad muffled cries Of sudden sharp reports The sounds of winsome song Sawmill snores And sniffs and snorts That endure the whole night long Of soft peeps of baby birds To raucous cry of crows The urgency in lover’s pleas The passion in their words This montage in truth Is like an iceberg whose mass lies mostly ‘Neath the sea And is both compromised And comprised of both truths and lies …That we call our memory…
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