David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Ode

Scent of Lilacs, Clover and Rain

Think of the scent of Cinnamon
Close your eyes and be transported
Back in time…
Your Mom with a trace
Of flour on her face
Sprinkles of tiny wrinkles that  resemble  
Those… now on mine

Think of the scent of fresh brewed coffee
Think of the chipped cup 
In your mom’s chapped hands…
The sizzle of bacon
That has gently taken
You back to the those long lost lands

Allow no word to be spoken
Lest the spell be broken
This transport cross
The fabric of time
 
Just relax and enjoy it
Allow the mind to employ it
That mysterious mechanism…
That time refracting prism…
That time travel machine

…That resides in your mind…

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Edlynn Nau August 22, 2015 at 1:53 PM The olfactory nerve is indeed the most powerful of time machines. The scent of something from when you were eight and you are there again. Maybe one day, we can waft in favorite scents to old people to make them centered and happier? NICE!