A Sense of Place: MEADOW/FIELD – smell
A Sense of Place
In his essay ‘So:ba’, given at the International Haiku Conference (SUNY Plattsburgh, NY, 2008) and published serially in Frogpond, Jim Kacian discusses the concept of ba:
“If you look up ba in any Japanese-English Dictionary you’ll find it means “place” or “site” or “occasion”. And these are all true in the most general sense—ba is a pointer to a kind of awareness that something of importance is happening in time and space.”
So here we are…
In the following weeks we will get back to haiku basics and explore specific locations with an emphasis on the senses, and with the intention of improving our own haiku practice. Ideally, participants will select an actual location that they can visit, or a location from memory that they have visited in the past. Failing that, we always have our imaginations – and you’re invited to join in the fun! Submit an original unpublished poem (or poems) via our Contact Form by Sunday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence. I will select from these for the column, and add commentary.
next week’s theme: MEADOW/FIELD – taste
We remain in meadows and fields – if possible, the same one as last week – but now we explore the sense of taste…
I look forward to reading your submissions.
A Sense of Place: MEADOW/FIELD – smell
One of the (many) things that I have learned while working on this column, is something that loyal readers may have also noticed – that is, many haiku, especially those written to a prompt, are very similar – poets believe they are being original, (and in a basic sense, they are), but the poems that take a truly unique approach, when compared to the others, jump out at the reader… in 2019, it is these truly exceptional poems that will be among those selected…
floral cleaning products
my home
a meadowGreer Woodward
Waimea, HI
Well, that’s what the marketing team wants the consumer to think, anyway… for me, nothing beats the real thing!
pasture romp
the dog
needs a bathMargaret Walker
Four separate shampoos were required for my friend’s dog recently… we are still debating what it was – the latest suggestion: otter scat… the scent described as ranging from freshly mown hay to putrefied fish… you can guess where on this scale the dog’s odour belonged…
sneeze after sneeze spring fields
Rachel Sutcliffe
In this poem, the poet explores the theme effectively without mentioning it at all… and an allergic reader (like me) might begin to react just reading it…
field of lavender
my grandmother’s
pillowcasesSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
Here the poet shows us another way to bring fields and meadows into our homes – these may be embroidered pillowcases, but the theme suggests a sachet of potpourri, or some other way to enjoy this natural scent…
Here are the rest of my selections for this week:
sweet grass –
I can smell
eternityAalix Roake
New Zealand
haymaking
the scent of the meadow
bundled in barnsAdjei Agyei-Baah
Kumasi, Ghana
cow’s tail curved…
the splattering sound
of smellAdrian Bouter
a buzzard waits
on the gatepost…
death’s scentAl Gallia
Lafayette, Louisiana USA
Guelder-rose…
the universe pops
from a jam jar(Viburnum opulus (kalyna): common name guelder-rose
According to a legend kalyna was associated with the birth of the Universe, the so-called Fire Trinity: the Sun, the Moon, and the Star.)Alan Summers
Wiltshire, England
Olive tree fields –
the bread smells of oil and family festivalAlessandra Delle Fratte
Rome, Italy
hay meadow
caught in her hair
the scent of wild thymeAndy McLellan
mature vineyards –
in the evening the strong aroma
of cooked must*(* in my part it is used to boil the first pressing of the grapes and then make a polenta like pudding that is eaten in the spoon)
Angela Giordano
aster –
scent of sun
in the dry meadowAngiola Inglese
grammy’s drawer –
letters smell of Provencal fieldsAnna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
sunlit fields –
a passing train fills with
mustard scentarvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
meadow edge
a white tailed deer sniffs
the fogBarbara Kaufmann
after a rain
along the path the scent
of honeysuckleBarbara Tate
Winchester, TN
burnt field
I await
the scent of greennessBlessed Ayeyame
Ughelli, Nigeria
fresh harvest
my nose follows
the aroma of sweet cornBona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA
withered grass
the scent of earth
through rainCarol Jones
Wales
center field –
scent of the pitcher’s gum
before the windupCarol Raisfeld
sunflower field…
the scent
of sunlightCarole MacRury
Point Roberts, WA
late night fields
pull down the moon
and smell green cheeseCharles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA
silenced fields
the haunting smell of tsunami retreat(After the 7.5-magnitude earthquake hit Sulawesi Island, Friday 28th September 2018, water smashed into Palu Bay)
Christina Chin
Kuching, Sarawak
finding us
in lush meadow
our blind dogChristina Sng
the smell
of wet grass
summer coldChristine Eales
UK
harvest moon
the grassy scent
of hay balesClaire Vogel Camargo
last wildflowers
in the shady meadow
vanishing scentsClaudia Messelodi
Italy
warm breeze…
from somewhere the scent
of meadowsweetCorine Timmer
Faro, Portugal
storm downed trees
the clearing’s edge – receding
flood water fish smellCraig Kittner
Wilmington, NC
a purple field
the scent of lavender
in my skinDanijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia
a vast field –
following the trail
of mother’s perfumeDebbi Antebi
London, UK
endless dry grass
and yet the petrichor
lingersDeborah P Kolodji
Temple City, California
autumnal rites
smoke from brush fires coiling
over the fieldsDevin Harrison
autumn memories
scent of leaves burning
beside the meadowdianne moritz
in the field after
the flood smells only
sludge and carrionDubravka Šcukanec
Zagreb, Croatia
grazing cows…
dew smell follows me
inside the houseElisa Allo
Zug, Switzerland
meadow picnic
smell of fresh food
ants join inErick Harmon (age 10)
Whittier, California, USA
autumn field
the smell of quinces
in the airEufemia Griffo
in the field
sunflower blooms turn –
smell of summer rainGary Evans
bouquet of fallen grapes
fermenting in
the autumn sunGiedra Kregzdys
Woodhaven, NY
smell of the fields
empty war graves
and some flowersGuliz Mutlu
with each fresh gust of green heaven
I forgive the groundskeeper’s mowerHelen Buckingham
harvest day
a farm dog sniffs
for the invadersHifsa Ashraf
Pakistan
beech trees frame the meadow
damp sweet smell
of leaves decomposingIngrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia
rows of lavender
the rough linen she has
neatly stackedJoanne van Helvoort
bringing the sheep home
through swathes of wild garlic
we dawdle in shadeJohn Hawkhead
tilled field
earth’s fragrance
early springJudith Hishikawa
West Burke, Vermont
our first campfire
in the meadow
burnt marshmallowsKath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California
Memories flood
With the smell of rain
While tall grass swaysKim Spring
Lakewood, OH
fenced meadow
the scent of lavender
escapesKimberly Esser
Los Angeles, CA
early mist
burning off –
pine incenseLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
queen annes lace
meadows sweet
scent of carrotsLinda L Ludwig
Inverness FL USA
nose to the ground
spaniel traces the scent of
yesterday’s rabbitLisa Cherrett
Wiltshire, UK
Sheep Meadow
walking by the scent
of grass(Sheep Meadow is a 15-acre expanse of green in Central Park often used as an alternative to the beach in the summer; sheep used to graze there.)
Lori Zajkowski
New York City
blowing across
the sunflower fields
scent of a stormLucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
damp earth
through the tall grass
eucalyptus breezeMadhuri Pillai
open field
everything
one scentMalintha Perera
ancient scent
of turned earth
SeptemberMargherita Petriccione
sunrise walk
through the meadow
the scent of a stormMargo Williams
Stayton, OR
curls of smoke
with a hint of gumleaf
outback savannahMarietta McGregor
Australia
golden flows of wheat
a whiff of warm beer
on the windMark Gilbert
UK
Spring breezes carry
the scent of purple lilacs
and small white lilies.Mark Rosenholz
scent of summer
the horse’s fresh
straw bedMartha Magenta
England, UK
field flowers –
pungent chamomile
crushed underfootMaryEllen Gambutti
Sarasota, FL
Clouds
above the field –
smell of rain comingmichael ceraolo
South Euclid, Ohio
buffalo grass
straining for a whiff
of the herdMichael Henry Lee
meadow picnic –
ants pick up the scent
of muensterMichael H. Lester
Los Angeles CA USA
incense rises
at the roadside chapel
sunflower fieldMichael Smeer
Haarlemmermeer, The Netherlands
wild oats…
sinking into the fragrance
of meadow weedsMichele L. Harvey
gambler’s delight
greyhounds follow
a fake scentMike Gallagher
Kerry, Ireland
Autumn rain –
rosemary bushes
dripping with perfumeMonica Federico
combine
in the field
new-mown hayNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
harvested fields…
scent of decay mingles
with memoriesNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
fresh manure
on the meadow –
wild liliesNazarena Rampini
alpine meadow –
the scent of a journey
in each blossomNicholas Klacsanzky
bucolic meadow…
from somewhere
manure waftsOlivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
wild strawberries
the scent of sweetness
still on my handsPat Davis
Pembroke, NH USA
semi rural living my neighbor rants rich smell of cow
Paul Geiger
paddocks after the rain
lemon-scented gum trees
and wet woolPauline O’Carolan
morning news
the dog’s nose probes
the lawnPolona Oblak
Ljubljana, Slovenia
tilling the fall soil
the thick scent of cow dung
shrouds the scuppernongs(in the Carolinas, scuppernongs ripen just as the fields are being prepared for next year’s harvest)
Pris Campbell
sheep gathering – all
by smell of the same
woolRadhamani sarma
Chennai, India
the scent
of freshly mowed lawn
mom’s embraceRadostina Dragostinova
Bulgaria
wheat planted
across the road
the smell of oil wellsRandy Brooks
rain over desert field
air floods with the scent
of creosoteRehn Kovacic
poppy field –
in her rippling laughter
a whiff of sunshineRéka Nyitrai
plantation fields –
the smell of rain showers
returningrobyn brooks
usa
nature center
acrid smoke from
a controlled burn(The Cincinnati Nature Center is in Milford, OH, USA)
Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA
summer fields –
the intense smell
of fresh-cut hayRosa Maria Di Salvatore
abandoned pasture
noon heat fills the air
with memoriesSandi Pray
way home
from the fields
the smell of haySerhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA
an acrid miasma
from the flock foraged neep
burns nightsimonj
UK
walking the meadows –
the sudden smell of hot
railroad tracksSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
farmhouse party
by a jasmine garden
the smell of wineSrinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India
meadow breeze
the smell of tranquility
lingersStephen A. Peters
single dandelion
cozied in
sweet grassesSusan Lee Roberts
Sacramento, CA, USA
graduation morning
the scent of roses
overwhelming the fieldSusan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA, USA
morning meadow
breathing in
breathing outTia Haynes
Lakewood, Ohio
gently southerly breeze
above the sweet grass
hog farmTim Heaney
Atlanta, Ga.
hawaiian nights –
in my eye pillow
musk-mallowTsanka Shishkova
pumpkin patch –
soon the scent
of fresh-baked pieValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
in a meadow
the heavy odor
of a cigarVictor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA
meadow grazing –
scent of grass in
cow’s fresh milkVishnu Kapoor
Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada and an Associate Member of the League of Canadian Poets. She recently co-edited an anthology of crime-themed haiku called Body of Evidence: a collection of killer ’ku.
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Meadow/Field/taste
undulating grasses
cradle lovers in rapture
taste of ecstasy
meadow in stain glass
humming birds sip sweet nectar
virgin daffodils
autumn leaves scatter
tumbling through windy meadow
flavor of change
heads roll
scary pumpkin patch
taste of surprise
Jacqueline Price
Fair Oaks, CA
thanks for this, Jacqueline – please use the Contact Form to submit before midnight Pacific time every Sunday… kj
harvested fields…
scent of decay mingles
with memories
Natalia Kuznetsova
Russia
I appreciate this haiku because Natalia gives us the present, and the past with very few words. She also gives us each our memories. Nice!
wonderful! thanks for sharing this, Judith!
What fun to read all the comments. I can almost smell all those scents. Wonderful! Thanks for choosing one of my poems, Kathy.
thanks for submitting, Corine!
Dear esteemed poet,
Greetings!
A new message I got about legend kalyna,something
striking with the birth of the universe.
Guelder-rose…
the universe pops
from a jam jar
(Viburnum opulus (kalyna): common name guelder-rose
According to a legend kalyna was associated with the birth of the Universe, the so-called Fire Trinity: the Sun, the Moon, and the Star.)
with regards
S.Radhamani
Dear S.Radhamani,
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A jar of jam exploding with colour and flavor is just like the universe! 🙂
An absolute delight to read all these poems.
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I’ll be printing and reading all the info you have posted, Alan. So much to learn, there. Thanks for the mention.
Your verse made me smile, must be that sound when opening a new pot of jam but, far more to the verse than that.
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This poem brings back such wonderful memories, and such a halcyon image.
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bringing the sheep home
through swathes of wild garlic
we dawdle in the shade
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John Hawkhead
Thank you for including mine, Kathy.
Thanks Carol!
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Yes, you could even bring it on Sunday! 🙂 There’s often more to the lines than even the author might notice, and it’s good to remind those in a workshop that.
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Ah, yes, that satisfying and iconic pop of the jam jar lid! 🙂
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Yes, John’s is rich in imagery and each line is incredibly evocative.
I’ll do that, Allan 🙂
Amazing how smell can really take you back through the years to a single instant. Wild garlic – a telltale of lost hours for dreamers!
thanks to Carol, Alan & John for taking the time to comment, & of course submit!
Thanks for including me in yet another sumptuous set, Katherine! Congratulations everyone.
thanks for submitting, Helen!
Thank you so much, kj. Much appreciated. Thank you everyone for sharing this delightful walk through a meadow/field.
thanks for this, Barbara!
What a olfactory overload of scents you have chosen for this week’s collection, KJ. Thanks for including one of mine.
thanks for submitting, Nancy!
Dear Kathy,
Thanks for this wonderful blog,your care and choice. Imbibing so many
lavenders, aroma permeating still.
with regards
S.Radhamani
thanks for this, S.Radhamani!
Thanks KJ for including mine. I would highlight these two:-
– Kimberley Esser’s uplifting
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fenced meadow
the scent of lavender
escapes
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and Margherita Petriccione’s primeval quadrum
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ancient scent
of turned earth
September
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thanks so much for sharing, Mark!
Surely a universally loved scent, that of mown grass, aptly described by Helen Buckingham as a ‘fresh gust of green heaven’. A bit like cucumber, or Aloe Vera, although I understand this last smells awful in reality. And scent of earth comes in too for appreciation . . . who doesn’t like this perfume, especially after the first spots of rain? I’ve always made a distinction between ‘earth’, and ‘dirt’ and ‘soil’, the last two having not quite the same pleasant connotation, perhaps their association with man . . . night soil, soiled clothes, dirt road rather than hard-packed earth, unmetalled road, etc. Just a thought.
Thank you Kathy for adding one of mine. Much appreciated.
thanks for this, Ingrid!
The olfactory factory
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The olfactory system: sense of smell
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For those of us who have the sense of smell, it brings untold gifts. But those untold gifts are being revealed haiku by haiku here!
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I’ve lifted aspects of the sense of smell from one or more lines in a way that gives a different perspective, and shows how the smell or scent runs through the haiku in more than one way! 🙂
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my home a meadow
Greer Woodward
Waimea, HI
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the dog needs a bath
Margaret Walker
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sneeze after sneeze spring fields
Rachel Sutcliffe
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my grandmother’s pillowcases
Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
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smell eternity
Aalix Roake
New Zealand
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the meadow bundled in barns
Adjei Agyei-Baah
Kumasi, Ghana
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the splattering sound of smell
Adrian Bouter
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death’s scent
Al Gallia
Lafayette, Louisiana USA
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pops from a jam jar
Alan Summers
Wiltshire, England
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the bread smells of oil and family
Alessandra Delle Fratte
Rome, Italy
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her hair…of wild thyme
Andy McLellan
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aroma of …must*
Angela Giordano
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scent of sun
Angiola Inglese
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n.b. Indeed, the sun creates its very own ‘scent’!
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letters …of Provencal fields
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
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a…train fills with mustard scent
arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
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n.b. Combining trains with a meadow scent, inspired!
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a …deer sniffs the fog
Barbara Kaufmann
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the path…scent of honeysuckle
Barbara Tate
Winchester, TN
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I await…greenness
Blessed Ayeyame
Ughelli, Nigeria
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my nose follows the…sweet corn
Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA
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withered grass…through rain
Carol Jones
Wales
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n.b. Suggusting petrichor without mentioning the popular term which means a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
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the pitcher’s gum before the windup
Carol Raisfeld
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n.b. even in open areas, and moreso on trains, buses, planes, someone at the back might merely have started on chewing gum or some pastille and the whole load of people get to know! 🙂
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sunflower field…of sunlight
Carole MacRury
Point Roberts, WA
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pull down the moon…green cheese
Charles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA
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the haunting smell of tsunami
Christina Chin
Kuching, Sarawak
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lush meadow…our blind dog
Christina Sng
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wet grass…summer cold
Christine Eales
UK
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scent of hay bales
Claire Vogel Camargo
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last wildflowers…vanishing scents
Claudia Messelodi
Italy
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warm breeze…of meadowsweet
Corine Timmer
Faro, Portugal
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flood water fish smell
Craig Kittner
Wilmington, NC
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…purple …scent of lavender
Danijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia
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the trail of mother’s perfume
Debbi Antebi
London, UK
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the petrichor lingers
Deborah P Kolodji
Temple City, California
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smoke from brush fires coiling
Devin Harrison
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leaves burning beside the meadow
dianne moritz
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the flood smells
Dubravka Šcukanec
Zagreb, Croatia
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dew smell
Elisa Allo
Zug, Switzerland
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meadow picnic
Erick Harmon (age 10)
Whittier, California, USA
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Even Erick’s opening line gives us so much! A brilliant example of ‘show don’t tell’, thanks Erick! 🙂
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quinces in the air
Eufemia Griffo
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sunflower blooms turn
Gary Evans
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fallen grapes in the autumn sun
Giedra Kregzdys
Woodhaven, NY
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empty war graves and some flowers
Guliz Mutlu
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n.b. powerful line(s) in themselves.
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the groundskeeper’s mower
Helen Buckingham
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For anyone close to the groundskeeper’s mowing, it has a distinctive odour of its own, even compared to anyone else mowing!
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a farm dog sniffs for the invaders
Hifsa Ashraf
Pakistan.
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Love it!
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leaves decomposing
Ingrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia
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rough linen
Joanne van Helvoort
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…wild garlic…in shade
John Hawkhead
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tilled field
Judith Hishikawa
West Burke, Vermont
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burnt marshmallows
Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California
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Memories flood
Kim Spring
Lakewood, OH
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n.b. memories have their own olfactory factory, often started off by a smell related or even unrelated to a past memory.
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lavender escapes
Kimberly Esser
Los Angeles, CA
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pine incense
Laurie Greer
Washington, DC
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meadows sweet…carrots
Linda L Ludwig
Inverness FL USA
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scent of yesterday’s rabbit
Lisa Cherrett
Wiltshire, UK
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walking by the scent
Lori Zajkowski
New York City
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scent of a storm
Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
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the tall grass…eucalyptus breeze
Madhuri Pillai
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everything one scent
Malintha Perera
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turned earth
Margherita Petriccione
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sunrise walk
Margo Williams
Stayton, OR
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hint of gumleaf
Marietta McGregor
Australia
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warm beer on the wind
Mark Gilbert
UK
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purple lilacs and … lilies.
Mark Rosenholz
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the horse’s fresh straw bed
Martha Magenta
England, UK
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pungent chamomile
MaryEllen Gambutti
Sarasota, FL
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smell of rain coming
michael ceraolo
South Euclid, Ohio
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straining for a whiff of the herd
Michael Henry Lee
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ants pick up the scent
Michael H. Lester
Los Angeles CA USA
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incense rises at the roadside chapel
Michael Smeer
Haarlemmermeer, The Netherlands
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sinking into …meadow weeds
Michele L. Harvey
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greyhounds follow a fake scent
Mike Gallagher
Kerry, Ireland
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rosemary bushes
Monica Federico
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combine in the field
Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
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Note for Nancy, or more if anyone doesn’t know what a combine might be:
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The Wurzels ORIGINAL PROMO FILM “Combine Harvester” No1 June 12th 1976
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0zxE0SUG1c
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scent of decay mingles with memories
Natalia Kuznetsova
Russia
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fresh manure
Nazarena Rampini
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a journey in each blossom
Nicholas Klacsanzky
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bucolic meadow
Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
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wild strawberries…still on my hands
Pat Davis
Pembroke, NH USA
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rich smell of cow
Paul Geiger
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paddocks after the rain
Pauline O’Carolan
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morning news the dog’s nose
Polona Oblak
Ljubljana, Slovenia
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tilling the fall soil
Pris Campbell
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n.b. great note from Pris:
“in the Carolinas, scuppernongs ripen just as the fields are being prepared for next year’s harvest.”
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sheep gathering…smell of the same wool
Radhamani sarma
Chennai, India
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A wonderful one from Radhamani sarma, if anyone knows about sheep it’s very accurately observed! 🙂
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mom’s embrace
Radostina Dragostinova
Bulgaria
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the smell of oil wells
Randy Brooks
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creosote
Rehn Kovacic
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her rippling laughter a whiff of sunshine
Réka Nyitrai
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rain showers returning
robyn brooks
usa
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controlled burn
Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA
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intense smell of fresh-cut hay
Rosa Maria Di Salvatore
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abandoned pasture
Sandi Pray
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way home from the fields
Serhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA
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foraged neep
simonj
UK
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n.b. burns night immediately suggests haggis, and neep is turnips:
“A neep or tumshie is the ruit crap brassica rapa var. rapa that’s aft growen in maumie climates athort the warld for its white, bulbous tapruit.”
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hot railroad tracks
Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
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jasmine garden
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India
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meadow breeze
Stephen A. Peters
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single dandelion cozied…
Susan Lee Roberts
Sacramento, CA, USA
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roses overwhelming the field
Susan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA, USA
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morning meadow
Tia Haynes
Lakewood, Ohio
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hog farm
Tim Heaney
Atlanta, Ga.
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musk-mallow
Tsanka Shishkova
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fresh-baked pie
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
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odor of a cigar
Victor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA
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cow’s fresh milk
Vishnu Kapoor
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What an amazing collocation of collected bouquet tangibly caught! 🙂
Love this combination of scents, Alan, into a unified whole.
I guess I should have explained what a combine is. Growing up in an area where farms are prevalent, I presume everyone has had this experience. For those who are unfamiliar with the term, a combine is a farm machine, which cuts and threshes grain.
Hi Nancy!
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Oh no, I don’t think you needed to explain, after all the haiku is very clear it’s a farming poem.
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combine
in the field
new-mown hay
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Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
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If everyone watches the fun song it shows the combine (combine harvester) in the promo film:
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The Wurzels ORIGINAL PROMO FILM “Combine Harvester” No1 June 12th 1976
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0zxE0SUG1c
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The group of men are from the Somerset area of England known for its cider! 🙂
Alan,
I, for one, will check the video out. Thanks, Alan. You are always such a fount of (haiku) wisdom; and your observations so spot on. I really enjoy reading them.
you are an inspiration, Alan – & thanks also to Nancy for the comments… (…& I’ve got a brand new plan for this blog page…)
Always a pleasure to be published in this column. Thank-you Kathy. Congratulations to all.
thanks for this, Valentina!
Thanks kathy for adding a note!
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It might be more of a U.K. and European thing to have jam on our bread, crumpets, toasted teacakes, toast etc… but just in case, here’s a Ukrainian recipe or two! 🙂
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Excellent jam recipes!
http://ukrainian-recipes.com/guelder-rose-jam.html
and
https://www.eatweeds.co.uk/guelder-rose-jelly-recipe
thanks for these links, Alan!
Thank you kindly for your comments on my haiku Kathy! Yes, you got it exactly right. The pillowcases having the scent of lavender sachet from my grandmother’s linen chest. Also, the old-fashioned delicate floral pattern on them giving the overall effect of sleeping in a field of lavender when I was there. Comforting memories sleeping at a grandmother’s house. So many lovely haiku here and some that particularly stand out to me so far are by Susan Rogers, Margaret Walker, Aalix Roake, Carol Raisfeld and Joanne van Helvoort. These haiku put me in the mind of those scratch-and-sniff advertisements – scratch the surface of the haiku and you will be able to breathe in the scents of our lives.
This is beautiful, Sari – thanks so much for sharing!