Ghost Writer – Scent – August 6, 2014

Today’s Ghost Writer at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Jen of “Blog It Or Lose It”  and what a great post it is too, so I’d really like to encourage you to follow the link and have a look!

So today, following some of the great indications found in the Jen’s post I’m going to write scented haiku!  Here are Jen’s examples:


spring plowing done –  /
the scent of oil and hot dust /
in grandpa’s workshop //

where Vincent paints /
warm in the afternoon sun /
cypress and lemon – /

his gloves carry the scent /
long into the evening //

(C) Jen R.
And here are some great writing suggestions too:
tart apples being cooked into pies;
– hot dust in the attic during hide-and-seek;
– crayons and floor polish on the first day of school;
– cold honeydew at a housewarming party;
– old-fashioned pink roses at the front gate;
– decaying leaves and pine needles in the forest;
– hot oil and machinery (grandfather’s workshop);
– chlorine at the municipal pool;
– the overgrown, past-its-prime smell of early September;
– cut grass, pond water, wet soil, salt water, March mud, the first drops of rain ….


Now for my scented ku:

heady orange blooms
a sleepy  warm afternoon
on the Riviera

suntan lotion
hours on a beach roasting
summer smells

a bowl of peaches
ripening on the terrace
mom’s summer cobblers

the first drops of rain
the smell of dry earth drinking
summer in Illinois

dank Roman alley
smelling of urine and trash
a stray cat

(C) G.s.k. ’14

I think I could go on all day … what about popcorn at a cinema, cotton candy at the summer fair, toast for breakfast … (so I’ll write a post on Bastet’s Waka Library too!

Thanks Jen, for the memories!

23 thoughts on “Ghost Writer – Scent – August 6, 2014

  1. These are great, Georgia! Coconut suntan lotion at the beach — the gorgeous orange blossoms and sweet peaches — earth and rain — and (ugh!) that Roman alley! Wonderful summer memories (except for that alley)! 😉

    Thanks so much for the link and the kind words too. 🙂


    • Thanks … well the alley isn’t only Roman … I’ve run into quite a few smelly places like that … could have been some of the ancient ruins or in many other cities or countries I’ve visited … But it fit the ku 😉 poor Rome. I’m glad you enjoyed the others as well … you post was simply fantastic and I hope to write some more haiku for the Waka Library … you’ve set me off!


      • Hooray! I can hardly wait to see what you come up with!

        Was telling Cher that I was going to write about a few unpleasant scent memories from growing up – like how we had to pass the tannery to get into the “big town” when I was a very small child. (Thankfully a different town from where I live now. Never smelled anything so awful in my life. Truly nightmarish.) Also – was taking photos at a park on the outskirts of town and … um … the farm has a lot of cows. A pretty place IF the wind is blowing the OPPOSITE direction, LOL!


  2. Oh wow! you have come up with so many, cara!! Have not suntanned in years but still like that smell of a bit of sweat mixed with babyoil…the damage I did as a youth to this body but we thought we were so cool listening to the hit parade on our cool tiny transister radios by the ocean in Maine…


    • I tried baby oil once … with iodine no less. But burned so bad that from then on I went Coppertone. Here in Italy for me the smell of summer is Nivea suntan lotiona and a colone called Pino Silvestre as well as orange blossoms. I probably did a bit of damage as well…but had lots of vitamin D 😉


        • Well … I did some of the tanning stuff, but it hasn’t done much harm … probably spent more time out of the sun than in it. I was a hot house baby … staying inside was the norm and got used to it. 🙂


    • Well … Italy can be a little smelly at times, though it’s better now than in the past. August is usually an aromatic month to visit Venice … but there’s been a lot of rain so probably washed out the worst. 😉


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    • you might be right about that … though I prefer the Kerouac American haiku form … can’t wrap my brain around the American Sentence. Glad you like it though.


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