Close your eyes
Imagine the smell of an orange
Just as it's skin is being peeled off
Where does it bring you?
For week 3/53 of #TWmemorymondays, I'm exploring how the scent of smell transports us. Here is a poem I wrote yesterday. Watch me explain more in my instastories!
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Citrus in the morning
Those clementines, my Clementine
How the punch of sunshine
Fills my nostrils with laughter
As you peel away the petals
Forcing whoever is near by to
Partake in the waves of...
That one time my grandmother
Was peeling an orange with her nails
(Alway starting with a knife incision of course)
And I told her I didn't like the white parts
She said it's good for me and that
All the nutrients is in the inbetween
And that I shouldn't peel all of it off
That combo of the smell off citrus and
My grandparents brown scratchy couch
The sound of the knife sliding across
The plate on her lap as she hands me
A wedge of Love
TW
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#TWmemorymondays: A painting inspired by a memory every Monday of 2018. Connecting abstract art to real life. Week 3/53. 'Citrus in the Morning' / 8x8 in / watercolor + crayon on paper