by the Read Write Poem Staff
Read Write Poem member Julie Jordan Scott launches her NaPoWriMo prompt with a quote from Diane Ackerman: “Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.” Julie reports having discovered in her own notes 17 pages on the subject! Here’s the prompt she culled from material she’s collected:
Practicing the art of writing from the sense of smell will open language in a different way than writing from a more “language friendly” sense, like the sense of sight or sound. Because of this, writing that uses a scent prompt evokes visceral, richly experienced poetry.
Scientific fact: Salmon smell their stream of birth from hundreds of miles away. The scent of this particular stream weaves its way to the salmon like a love-call. It rises and falls with the water, its essence calling the ancient connection. The salmon respond to this invitation and make their way back to their spawning ground.
Humans have primitive connections to the sense of smell, as well. It is our most primal sense, especially since the connections between the language centers and smell sensory centers are so few. Our sense of smell is tied to our most ancient selves. Another intriguing fact? Smell is connected closely to our memory centers even though it is distant from our language centers.
Somewhere near where you are sitting is something with a specific smell that will conjure a memory rich with images. Take a moment to find any such object and breathe the scent of it, deeply. It may be as simple as a strand of your hair, a ketchup bottle from the refrigerator, a potholder or a bottle of lotion.
Add to your breath the simple phrase, “I remember” and breathe the scent in again. “I remember.” Free write from “I remember” for at least five minutes, repeating the prompt “I remember” if your writing slows.
Use the seeds from your free writing to write today’s poem.![]()
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A smell… memories A LEGEND
vivienne Blake replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 9:14 am
Lovely memories.
Aren’t freewrites great for material? I don’t always keep mine, which is probably a mistake.
juliejordanscott replied:
April 19th, 2010 at 12:32 pm
I have notebook after notebook after notebook, Vivienne. I am amazed sometimes by what I find later!
Of course, the first thing I grab is massage oil that has, erm, romantic connotations in my memory. Ended up with a sultry, but still pretty PG, little piece…
Kadmos (The Masseur’s Tale)
From the mountains
The smell of air
Feel of your
Skin in my clothes
Will do a prompt poem later on.
‘Fine Young Cannibals’
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
Friday – an older love poem sensed again and translated into English.
Here’s my day 16 poem, a song about four cousins each named Jean. Will go to bed thinking of the smell of pine, and see what I come up with tomorrow.
I went from the smell of coffee my colleague is making near me, and went from there.
Smelling memories
The smell of coffee brewing
on an early morning,
pictures of a fresh, crisp day
ready to break.
Smell of red wine and cheese
ending a good meal with friends
and a candle
and a chat.
Smell of a wood fire
in a stove
or a campfire
or a torch.
Memories,
rich with friendship,
fun and love
soothing my heart.
Smell
carries me back to places I love
Never to threats or discomfort
The sense I couldn’t do without.
Here’s my # 15, posted very late on the 15th/16th
Flying Past Saturn:
http://brokeness.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-15-flying-past-saturn.html
Remember is my poem for April 16th.
Day 16 poem:
http://skankinmoon.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/untitled/
Day 9 poem (very late):
http://skankinmoon.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/“i-hope-somebody-kills-him”/
“I remember uni…”
http://www.redbubble.com/people/nebsy/writing/5012636-napowrimo-16
Marija Sanderling replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 6:16 am
I love the line:
“I rocked my own op-shop style”
Meditating
http://redshoepoet.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-challege-16.html
Well, I fought with writer’s block on this one — but here it is, my NaPoWriMo #16 post — breathe deep, and pass the napkins…
rob kistner replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 4:23 am
Well, we have passed the half way point, the proverbial point of no return — and so far I’ve heard no reports of poets falling on their pens… so keep up the good work everybody…
…and hope all my fellow Americans got their taxes in before midnight yesterday…
Marie replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 10:19 am
I may have fallen on my pen.
rob kistner replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 11:51 am
Oh no Marie — say it isn’t so… ;(
Robin replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
Make that two of us! Trying, trying…do I post what I’m not thrilled with or call it a day?
Matt Quinn replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 11:50 am
The return, but not the money.
rob kistner replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 11:53 am
Money — money… what the hell is money?
Lori replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 7:32 pm
Robin, post!! And I enjoying this process so much — even though I am getting tired. I don’t know if I could do this without the great prompts and the encouragement of other writers.
My poem is here:
http://ragbone.wordpress.com
Hi Julie, many thanks for the timely prompt.
Here’s mine: Dinosaur Eggs Don’t Half Smell
Here’s mine.
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/aroma-therapy-napowrimo-day-16.html
Marija Sanderling replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 6:14 am
Lovely poem. I love how you say you’re in Africa, Sumatra, Jamaica all at once.
vivienne Blake replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 10:45 am
Vicariously yummy, specially as I’m not allowed caffeine.
Uma Gowrishankar replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 12:53 pm
Loved this poem Derrick – both of us are drinking coffee.
Salt. And not many people read yesterdays’ poem, Dot/Scarecrow
I was 20, once. Time Machine at Scrambled, Not Fried
Here’s my pathetic attempt for today:
Bacon
Camping, narrow boating,
anything outdoors,
scenting bacon frying
you wish
that it were yours.
Sniffing, wrinkling,
grimacing, groaning,
dog owners are the pits.
who don’t clear up
after their darling shits.
And one I wrote earlier:
Break Fast
Up through a heap of sugared beech leaves,
I poke my nose, whiffle the air.
No. It’s not yet time.
I wake to hungry rumbling
but no scent of juicy mollusc greets me
and I cannot stand the cold.
Back to sleep until Spring.
*
It’s the end of a perfect dream
of moistened, creeping worms,
and willing females.
I snuffle again and honeyed air
meets my cautious nose.
Hmm,I think. That’s better.
Ah yes, the time has come
to leave my winter bed of fleas,
to feast and make love,
carefully.
derrick replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 9:02 am
We are talking hedgehogs here, Vivienne? And for your first poem, I’d say the former is definitely preferable to the latter!
vivienne Blake replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 9:10 am
Aye,hedgehogs. You’ve rumbled me, Derrick. I wish I hadn’t posted that first not-really-a-poem. But I feel a compulsion to use the prompt.
Nice to have an easy prompt.
‘Love in the time of Java’
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16-cafe.html
My poem for today: http://stiletto.crisopeya.eu/2010/04/16/napowrimo-16-whats-that-smell/
Another day of following the prompt! Metal carabiner
This is one of those poems I could keep tinkering with for months trying to get right. Remembering You
A feeble attempt….
First Grade
Thirty children with heads bent
Toward the peppermint paste
Out of a jar with a popsicle stick
Nearly good enough to eat
Tongues reach and probe
Fingers slide through until it dries
And peels off in one piece.
derrick replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 9:39 am
Thanks for your kind words. At first, I thought you might be speaking of toothpaste here but that wouldn’t peel off in one piece!
Good morning. I saw an elderly woman playing the lottery the other day and wondered why. Here’s what I came up with — the poem “Lottery” http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/16/poem-lottery/
And hey, where did all my RWP NaPoWriMo peeps go? Come on by and say hello.
Enjoy!
Jason
http://mothersparrow.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/dead-tree/
My poem is way off prompt.
http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com
Ireland in the Springtime
http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16-whats-that-smell.html
Ah yes smell… I remember …
Walking to school in the rain
My poems for today can be found on Facebook
and right here:
http://www.dash30dash.com/uncategorized/napowrimo-day-16-writing-challenge-prompt-for-april-16-2010/
Happy writing.
Posted this earlier today. It deals with a scent.
Here is my aroma poem ‘Paati’s Kapi’ – http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/04/16/patis-kapi/
haikujunky replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 1:38 pm
beautiful!!!
Julie, thanks for a heady smelling prompt!
Do you smell lemons?
Good idea, strong memories. http://rhiannonproblematising.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/napowrimo-16-lemon-and-honey/
Here’s mine:
http://poemblaze.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/a-revelation/
here’s my #16!
http://caroleesherwood.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/napowrimo-16/
Just a single American sentence so far. I’ll strive for more later, but today’s nuts: http://jasonriedy.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/smell/
COFFEE! Oh wait my mom was a tea drinker.
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474978177170
It is so cool to see my prompt here. Thank you all for writing to it!
Here is mine:
Hartshorn Volatility
http://shannons-words.livejournal.com/156896.html
the spring air today reminded me of spending the day with my mom on lazy Sundays
I took a political sniff at smells with my poem “Rotten Eggs, West Virginia.”
http://babblingoninbabylon.com/blog
A bit harder than I thought; maybe it had something to do with my lack of sleep? Here’s mine for today
The Island
I remember the scent
Of the wet Autumn
Leaves
Feel their withered bodies
Shudder beneath my feet
Diamonds mist
From the atmosphere above
Coating the Earth in their
Etheral sheen
While the pine trees
And the elms
Silently whisper
here is mine: http://teapartiesonneptune.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/hair-sprouting-flowers/
http://motherveg.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/napowrimo-16-whats-that-smell/
I risked a smelling of my feet:
Canvas and Rubber
Rallentanda–Love the “fine young cannibals” image. That poet in the back seat looks so familiar…
two glazed, coffee light and sweet
http://mmw113.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16.html
a memory from 1972
Another Joshua Tree Poem
I remember hearing water in my dream and then you trying to wake me saying “your sleeping bag is getting wet”
I smelled the rain before I felt it
We tried to move but in our boulder cave rivulets were running on either side of us
We pulled our bags deeper in
I sat up to smell the cool water trying to see into the dark night
more proof of another miracle in the desert
All I could see was the outline of some kangaroo rats drinking from a bowl shaped rock near the cave entrance
Hear their scurrying in the wet darkness
http://freckledwriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/difference-between-you-and-me.html
A ride in the country
Is not what it used to be, on two-lanes roads
Where driver and passengers admired the
Scenery. The windows rolled down to get
Some air. Maybe passing a field, freshly
Plowed – the earth rich and dark. A day
Later the smell of freshly spread manure
Would cause the windows to be tightly shut.
Driving over bridges was a treat. We looked
Down to see the brown water, flecked with
Spots of foam, barely moving and there was
That funky smell of marshlands and swamps
Alive with creepy things like rattlesnakes
Or quicksand traps where all you could do
Was pray that someone heard your hollered
Cries for help.
The smell of wet dog is common everywhere.
You just don’t want him jumping on your bed.
Where the freshly laundered sheets carried
Their own sweet smell of blowing back and
Forth beneath an afternoon of sun.
Vicks Vaporub seemed like the obvious choice. It was like a religion in my childhood:
http://daily-yawp.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-16.html
This time a short love poem…
Read ‘fragrant’ at http://www.gregoconnell.com
Soap = Death
http://tinacelio.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/napowrimo-16-whats-that-smell/
Brain-tired today:
http://memali.posterous.com/1630
my spring allergies are in full bloom, so I’m resorting to the memory of smells: distance
Wonderful prompt! Here’s my response
http://synecdochicstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16.html
on prompt!
april 16th
free write for five ok i did… not very often do i do this… tabac infusion
Teenage Blood Boiled
I combined a couple of prompts –
http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/death/
I didn’t follow this one to the full extent, but I did incorporate a sense of smell in it. I call this one The Quiet Earth.
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiet-earth-4-16-2010-poem-day.html
A Road poem: Spark.
I was in fact thinking about this yesterday. I didn’t work completely on prompt, and it is about my imagining someone else’s scent memory…
http://novaheart.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/poem-41610-bay-rum/
A poem about smell, and memory: Catch My Breath
acus pungere: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16a-acus-pungere/
O.K. I resonated to this prompt and even stayed with the topic! http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-great-grandmothers-recipe.html
And Haiku for a Friend, off-prompt: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16b-haiku-for-a-friend/
Not sure how many days longer I can go, but here’s today’s post…it’s on prompt…and short.
http://rrosenchang.blogspot.com
Poem #16. “Believer.”
A prose poem triggered by the smell of printer’s ink, one of my favorite aromas.
Posted at: http://troysworktable.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-16.html
Take #2 (first attempt at posting didn’t seem to work). Ready to give up, but today’s poem is here–on prompt and quite short:
http://rrosenchang.blogspot.com
i posted on the wrong day. Sorry, here it is again:
In case I don’t finish the longer one here are 2 haikus I wrote while remembering summer carnivals
Burnt sugar breezes
bring relief to coaster fans
waiting in long line
and
Humid August air
putrefying spilled cola
on dinosaur tar
Marie replied:
April 16th, 2010 at 10:02 pm
At http://1965footprints.blogspot.com with 2 other short poems.
I enjoyed writing this! Thanks Julie for a great prompt!
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-on-saturday-napowrimo-16.html
Freewriting is fun. Nice prompt.
http://goo.gl/fb/DWcAz