Smell is such an intregral part of our memories. Despite not being a baseball fan I recall collecting sports cards of soccer stars and other sportspeople so this really zinged for me.
This isn’t a new baseball card but from possibly their childhood collection, or that of their son even. There are many layers for you to enjoy.
Picky, picky, picky. Yes, the scent could have faded entirely, but since, as the ku tells us, it didn’t (and, if it had, there’d be no ku), it must have been faint, and there is therefore no need to say so.
winter reverie
a scent of bubblegum
on an old baseball card
I hope that Norton and Prado aren’t the same person. The reason I mention that is that I know for a fact “Prado” has shown up on various blogs under the names Levon Machenry, Sylvia Moret, and singh bagga, amongst a host of others. In fact, many haijin have had to enable comments moderation on their blogs to keep this spammer off.
claire, the things i never knew. i ponder the need for a pseudonym, here.
a different opinion, too often, label an individual to be fraudulent.
others thoughts tend to solidify my percepts.
ed, i can relate to your ku. most fail to grasp your key word, “reverie”; within a dream one can associate a remembrance..
–
pressed rose petals fragrance–
yet, i can’t remember
the book
Ed –
I have never collected baseball cards, ever.
However, somewhere in my youth, I have opened a pack.
I don’t remember how old I was or where I was. Though, it did happen someplace in time. Funny thing is, I can still remember that smell. It’s an American experience. I hope it’s not lost forever.
Smell is such an intregral part of our memories. Despite not being a baseball fan I recall collecting sports cards of soccer stars and other sportspeople so this really zinged for me.
This isn’t a new baseball card but from possibly their childhood collection, or that of their son even. There are many layers for you to enjoy.
beautiful one… this haiku could be the starting point for a long speech about the childhood… Thanks!
I don’t mean to be picky, but, since the card is old, could the scent be anything but faint?
bill kenney your being picky. the scent
could have faded entirely. excellent haiku.
Picky, picky, picky. Yes, the scent could have faded entirely, but since, as the ku tells us, it didn’t (and, if it had, there’d be no ku), it must have been faint, and there is therefore no need to say so.
winter reverie
a scent of bubblegum
on an old baseball card
On the adjective: when in doubt leave it out.
Well, if we’re going to be “picky”, Norton, your “your” should have read “you’re”.
Nice ‘ku, Ed.
Very evocative! Thank you.
bill,
your revision is extremely weak when placed
beside the original poem. extremely!
I hope that Norton and Prado aren’t the same person. The reason I mention that is that I know for a fact “Prado” has shown up on various blogs under the names Levon Machenry, Sylvia Moret, and singh bagga, amongst a host of others. In fact, many haijin have had to enable comments moderation on their blogs to keep this spammer off.
Nice piece of nostalgia, Ed!
Now I’ve a yearning for the taste of
bubblegum…after ?? decades!
;)
Lary
claire, the things i never knew. i ponder the need for a pseudonym, here.
a different opinion, too often, label an individual to be fraudulent.
others thoughts tend to solidify my percepts.
ed, i can relate to your ku. most fail to grasp your key word, “reverie”; within a dream one can associate a remembrance..
–
pressed rose petals fragrance–
yet, i can’t remember
the book
very awesome haiku
For the record, I track the IP addresses of all commenters, and I can tell when different comments come from the same location.
However, I rarely need to enforce comment moderation since civility almost always prevails here on tinywords.
If someone wants to use pseudonyms, that’s fine with me as long as they remain considerate. Which this conversation has been so far.
Ed –
I have never collected baseball cards, ever.
However, somewhere in my youth, I have opened a pack.
I don’t remember how old I was or where I was. Though, it did happen someplace in time. Funny thing is, I can still remember that smell. It’s an American experience. I hope it’s not lost forever.