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geraniums

touch the leaves, the fragrance is released


Breathing
Scents perfume the air, both intense and subtle
Pine blending with lavender
And the delicate fragrance of geranium
Childhood memories
Ruddy multi-stemmed blossoms posed against a foundation backdrop
Tall, resistant to the insistent sun
Fragile, paper-thin petals, translucent in places
Opening buds with pointed tip surrounded by bottle green emerging leaves
Shaped like ruffled, lily pad circles
Mopped coral heads waltz on slender stems
Geraniums

Curious, how the sight of certain things can transport you to a different time and place.  Other senses work that way; a song, a smell, a taste and you are whisked away, submerged in a call to mind.

A gamut of thoughts forms the cocktail of remembrance – good, not so much and everything in between.  Shaken and stirred our senses produce a deluge.    Sweetly, though, my potted geraniums look back enticing me to imbibe.

What carries you away?

Missy


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  1. sewsavyJuly 10, 2015 at 5:57 AM

    I love the lyrical poetry you have written about geraniums. I love them. They remind me of Germany where they were in every window box in the the spring to winter. They make the world feel festive. BTW, Sabine has been reading but can't seem to get a comment published. She will keep trying.

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    1. Missy AJuly 11, 2015 at 12:43 PM

      Thanks, Marlene. When was the last time you were able to travel back to Germany? Do you still have relatives there?

      Yes, Sabine has said she can't figure the commenting part out ... she said she needed to enlist your help!

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  2. Nieve AndreaJuly 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    It reminds me of some childhood summers too... :-)

    Would you like to join us on this forum? https://literative.com/forums/

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    1. Missy AJuly 11, 2015 at 12:44 PM

      Thanks for reading, Nieve. Where did you spend your childhood? I'll check out the link you sent....appreciate the invitation.

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