A DISTANT HAZE

Wood smoke, the good smoke,

Drifting through the trees,

Brings the haze of other days

And childhood memories.

 

Wood scent, the good scent,

Pungent and sublime,

Brings to mind the yearning kind

Of youth that envies time.

 

Flame glow, the same glow

As passion's rich red rose,

Sight and scent by nature meant

When youth to adult grows.

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John Coopey

Fri 14th Oct 2011 14:15

Found your audio of JC. I don't have facility to play it at the moment but will when I get home tonight.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 14th Oct 2011 12:43

Funny how our feelings can hang on something so
simple as a scent. The smell of wood smoke and
the crackle of burning timber never fades.
John - I uploaded an mp3 of an audio version I
have of DKJC - guess it didn't come off. But it's there to see. I have only just got
Adobe Flash 11 on my own netbook. More B.C.
than...
M.C. :-)

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John Coopey

Fri 14th Oct 2011 11:40

Disagree with Steve. You're very good at this.
I appreciate the technical expertise to rhyme internally in such short lines and stay faithful to the sense.
Keep posting. (Where's the audio?).

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Laura Taylor

Fri 14th Oct 2011 11:03

Simple, pure, and - woodsmoke is my most favourite smell in the whole world, so you get a gold star for that alone :)

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