Sometimes if I stopped writing
and drew one hand over another
my hand smelt of violets or roses,
sometimes the truth I sought
would come to me in a dream,
or I would feel myself stopped when forming some sentence.
Notes:
- Portrait of Yeats: A Poem for Ireland
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
I need a love button…
being present –
My hand smelt of horses and tomatoes…and there was the truth…
How sharp that sensory memory is…I can smell those tomatoes.
You know?
To most people a scent can bring back a memory.
But, not just anyone can bring back a scent from memory. To just be sitting in the here and now and bring back a scent from memory is a very rare ability.
Beautiful poem.
Yes and agree Sawsan. Powerful.
Yeats has always been one of my favourite poets. Never tire of his poetry.
I need to dig into more of his work. I believe this is my first reading.
Beautiful.
Violets, roses, horses, tomatoes … and adding some ground coffee and cut grass in there. Words do evoke our senses so much 💛
Cut grass. Absolutely Val – and lawn cutting – not all Fantasy Island! 🙂