Gorgeous. I sometimes listen to foreign radio stations, wooed by the music and play of emotion in a singer's voice without understanding or necessarily needing to understand the words. Scent and music can both be powerful emotional triggers. Lovely comparison.
eucalyptus oil
on the travel pillow
my head full of home
__ Often, one cannot quickly understand those mixed senses, the songs of nature… heartfully felt here, Jessica… as you've inspired the readers deeper thoughts. _m
this night song
scents of flowers on the breeze
a far owl
I like the suggestion of synaesthesia in this – that music and words might have their own 'scent' too, or a trace of something indefinable. Interestingly it works if the fragment and phrase are reversed …
in love with a song
I don't understand
french lavender
… but that creates a slightly more melancholic feel for me… perhaps because there's more emphasis on what's not understood, by having it first. And closing with the scent invokes longing.
How scent evokes memories. I remember a song when I was a student in France and tried to find it for years. As soon as I did, I was transported back to my fifteen year old self. This haiku reminds me of that.
May 18th, 2018 at 2:16 pm
Enjoyed the juxtaposition of the color and scent of lavandsr with the mystery and ineffable quality of music and to my reading of love itself.
May 18th, 2018 at 3:02 pm
I DONT UNDERSTAND
your haiku poem!
Please explain?
May 18th, 2018 at 5:52 pm
Gorgeous. I sometimes listen to foreign radio stations, wooed by the music and play of emotion in a singer's voice without understanding or necessarily needing to understand the words. Scent and music can both be powerful emotional triggers. Lovely comparison.
eucalyptus oil
on the travel pillow
my head full of home
May 18th, 2018 at 6:32 pm
A beautiful ku with the touch of lightness (karumi) and poetic juxtaposition (renso).
foreign land–
I sense the breeze
of intimacy
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Cattails, December 2014
May 18th, 2018 at 6:51 pm
__ Often, one cannot quickly understand those mixed senses, the songs of nature… heartfully felt here, Jessica… as you've inspired the readers deeper thoughts. _m
this night song
scents of flowers on the breeze
a far owl
May 18th, 2018 at 10:58 pm
I like the suggestion of synaesthesia in this – that music and words might have their own 'scent' too, or a trace of something indefinable. Interestingly it works if the fragment and phrase are reversed …
in love with a song
I don't understand
french lavender
… but that creates a slightly more melancholic feel for me… perhaps because there's more emphasis on what's not understood, by having it first. And closing with the scent invokes longing.
Lovely juxtaposition.
May 24th, 2018 at 7:22 pm
This is a spectacular poem.
May 30th, 2018 at 10:02 am
How scent evokes memories. I remember a song when I was a student in France and tried to find it for years. As soon as I did, I was transported back to my fifteen year old self. This haiku reminds me of that.
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