A whiff of pipe
a peripheral glimpse
a gentlemanly presence
a shiver and a recognition
heart swells with warmth
refuses to pronounce phantasm.
(Image from personal collection.)
A whiff of pipe
a peripheral glimpse
a gentlemanly presence
a shiver and a recognition
heart swells with warmth
refuses to pronounce phantasm.
(Image from personal collection.)
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Sadly I don’t have an aroma I can tap into when I think of my dad. I don’t know what I’d identify if I were fortunate to have a spectral visit. You’ve made me question how I’d know! ! I love, love, love the image, too! Ethereal. Perfect!
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Thanks Debra. Same with my own father, and yet there were many times, especially when I was a teacher, that I felt him by my side, feeding me ideas. (Psychological, I’m sure, but reassuring just the same.)
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You had me at “a whiff of pipe.” (My dad was a pipe-smoker.)
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My father-in-law was too- this poem is based on him.
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Interesting!
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Very mysterious mood and the photo suits it well. Phantasm – I learned a new word today, thank you.
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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Beautiful photo; haunting poem.
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Thanks LuAnne
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Beautiful words and imagery.
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Thank you.
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