Olfactive Dream
i may not be a mindful savant
but when i close my eyes,
i can smell fresh croissants
my mind in golden flaking surprise
i'm not French or raised in Paris
my cuisine tends toward the plain
eyes open again, i'm a bit embarrassed
the sensation i'm puzzling to explain
i close them again, feel sun on my lids
warmish winter wash on a cold winter day
slowly inhale scents of biscuits & grits
chance childhood memory from decades away
i blink quickly retreating to maturity
and red-hot iron stove cools into past
yet i want this dream to come back to me
so i close my eyes and attempt a recast
nostrils flanged i tentatively inhale
search oblique, a blind man without cane
aware now of cinnamon sticks and ginger ale
unaware from what memory, this reality came
but the scent is strong and sense of being
is both strong and impossible to place
is this a reminisce of past event agreeing
to return, for my mind to embrace
did i meet someone while holding a drink
did unconscious tuck away some Christmas scents
does it now return within eyes-mind unblinked
does my id tap my ego with aromatic presents
immediacy and fulfillment are juxtaposed
total sensation of my experience complete
i hear nothing, see naught, with eyes closed
dreaming reality scents just waft in my nose
© Goode Guy 2014-01-31
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2014
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