my fingers smell of lavender
dark emeralds of basil
tang of marigold
peppery thyme/time
spent under solstice sun
from streaky dawn to lilac dusk
in garden of my mind and earth
deep loam of soul and sustenance
Monet moment dipped in van Gogh time
(c) Lorraine 2017 image: pixabay.com
Riffing off Imaginary Garden micro-poetry and d’verse quadrille pepper.
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
September 30, 2017 at 11:44 pm
Monet is what you see in present moment and Van Gogh is when that moment remembered as a memory! And you were able to blend them into one!!
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October 1, 2017 at 10:04 am
Yes, I often “see” through paintings and music.
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July 4, 2017 at 4:08 pm
Wonderful! I love the earthy smell it evokes.
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July 5, 2017 at 9:16 am
Thank you. Basil on my fingers is such an evocative smell. Today will try and make pesto for the first time. The house will be redolent with basil and garlic.
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July 1, 2017 at 9:00 am
Excellent piece.
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July 3, 2017 at 4:33 pm
Thank you, Plum. I tried to paint with words what Monet and Van Gogh could do with the a flick of the brush.
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July 1, 2017 at 2:34 am
I had thoughts of Tuscany reading this – the herbs, the colors, the fragrance. I was there in autumn. It was like this. A true imagist poem. Very lovely.
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July 1, 2017 at 7:55 am
Thank you.
Tuscany — wow — I do imagine such places as Tuscany as a painting by Monet or Van Gogh. Fall is my favourite time of the year.
I was writing about my late spring/early summer tiny garden space on the eastern seaboard of the United States. I guess gardens can evoke universal images in terms of scent and sight.
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June 30, 2017 at 3:53 pm
Lovely imagery and use of the sense of smell. I love it all, except the marigold. I don’t like their scent at all, though they are pretty, especially the yellow ones.
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June 30, 2017 at 4:17 pm
Thanks.
We use marigolds as deterrents among our vegetable planters. This year, the marigolds aren’t doing well, but really have a sharp tang to their smell. I can understand why someone would not like their perfume.
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June 30, 2017 at 12:31 pm
I could fairly smell the fragrance of your poem, and the last line is superb!
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June 30, 2017 at 3:28 pm
Thank you. I was trying to convey the way the senses are awakened and heightened in the garden by pastels and vibrants — Monet and Van Gogh.
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June 29, 2017 at 9:59 pm
Nice last line about Monet and Van Gogh.
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June 30, 2017 at 2:42 am
Thanks — their images of gardens “draw” me into their paintings.
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June 29, 2017 at 4:23 pm
Love what you did with all the herbs and spices… and then the artful references to painters.
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June 30, 2017 at 5:43 am
Thanks. I do see Monet and Van Gogh in the pastels and vibrants of the garden.
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June 29, 2017 at 4:16 pm
The word play is superb!
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June 30, 2017 at 5:48 am
Thank you.
I often have the smell of lavender on my fingers — something poetic in the experience of touch and sight and smell.
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June 30, 2017 at 12:18 pm
In the world of herbs and flowers, lavender is a personal favorite, but I have a mild allergy to it (dang!), so tend to keep my fingers in chocolate mint and rosemary.
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June 30, 2017 at 3:27 pm
Chocolate mint sounds lovely. I have allergies/reactions to strong scents, so I must confess after being among the lavender, I have to wash my hands. Rosemary smells lovely. I like lemon thyme too.
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June 29, 2017 at 4:12 pm
What a fun poem full of amazing smells. I too love to rub my fingers along on my herbs and also the various plants in my garden. I love the smell of basil – all the basils – I just can’t stand the taste!
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June 30, 2017 at 5:53 am
I like the taste — a sensation I could have included!
Isn’t the way the smell lingers, or mixes with others as we work our way through the plantings.
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June 29, 2017 at 4:03 pm
Started by laughing at your blog’s title (I enjoy puns)! I truly loved the senses you engaged… and the tie-in with the last line. Very nice!
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June 30, 2017 at 5:57 am
It all started from a conversation with a friend many years ago who stated Freud’s slip was possibly pink.
Gardening is so sensual for me; the pastels of Monet, the vibrancy of Van Gogh — a feast for all the senses.
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June 30, 2017 at 6:54 am
Indeed! Are you certain Freud didn’t have a black slip stashed away… for those special occasions? :)
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June 30, 2017 at 7:06 am
Quite possible — you never know what you might find in Freud’s closet!
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June 30, 2017 at 7:21 am
Quite right. If one were to rummage through it….
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June 22, 2017 at 6:32 am
Great! Love the last sentence… Sounds like an amazing moment:)
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June 23, 2017 at 9:16 pm
Thanks — the pastels of Monet and the vibrancy of Van Gogh — feast of sight.
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June 24, 2017 at 2:34 am
Sure is :)
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June 21, 2017 at 10:09 pm
I love to run my hands through herbs and have the scent follow me. Such a pleasure.
Lovely
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June 23, 2017 at 9:17 pm
It is wonderful, isn’t it. As I won the food processor, I’m growing basil, including a nifty small leafed variety called lemon basil. Can’t wait until I have enough to make my first batch of pesto.
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June 21, 2017 at 7:26 pm
ooohhhh stunning – and what a perfect closing line – wow – I’m wrapped in these words – you have gifted me with something that, as you know, is more than near and dear to my heart – it’s my soul food – and since I’m well and truly undernourished …. this has been such an amazing basket of blossoms. thank you! 💗
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June 21, 2017 at 8:03 pm
So glad I could offer nourishment — I was thinking of you as I wrote — from our wrogging (c) on the chog.(c) Smiling.
Wishing you baskets of blooms to nourish your soul. And, happy solstice. May your summer be one of earthy and earthly delights.
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June 21, 2017 at 8:11 pm
oops … forgot the (c) in my comment to Michael … please forgive me …. yes, I had a sense that this was a floating on the wind kind of grasp the segment and scatter some new seeds – how lovely a dream :D
yes indeed – happy solstice indeed – what a blessing – summer – already? seems a long time in the coming and yet here we are :)
yes, I pray summer will yield some wonderful new blooms – at least, this is this dipstick blooming idiot’s ( ;) ) wish ….
quick – run and blow some dandelion seeds :D
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June 21, 2017 at 8:31 pm
This is the longest day of the year; they can float into the twilight.
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June 22, 2017 at 10:06 am
absolutely :D
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June 23, 2017 at 9:14 pm
And, it was the night of the first firefly.
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June 26, 2017 at 6:40 pm
ahhhha, yes, the fireflies are making their presence known! here too – although have been the odd one here and there since, probably, umm …. mid May – but the past few days have seen the start of the season! Wheeeeeeeee! I love fireflies :D and I’m guessing you too :D
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June 27, 2017 at 5:08 am
Yes, question: is fireflies Canadian or American? I also call them lightening bugs.
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June 28, 2017 at 10:59 am
good point – I remember them as always being fireflies – and the explanation was then offered about before the storm, i.e. lightning …. just looked it up = lightning bug is an Americanism dating from the 1770-1780 —- the origin of firefly dates from 1650-1660 – so there you have it :)
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June 28, 2017 at 9:55 pm
Thanks for the entomology (is that the right word? or is it etymology?).
Because my husband is an American who came to Canada (Quebec) in 1973, he has both American and Canadian words in his vocabulary. And, I sometimes forget which is which. Gravol or Dramamine, for example. I say zee/zed as I get misunderstood now in both countries, otherwise, lol.
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June 29, 2017 at 8:16 pm
LOL@ zee/zed …. yup, can so understand that – once had a conversation with an American phone operator/client services person for some reason or other, and had to spell my last name, which contains a “Z” – and I’ll be damned if for over 5 minutes I kept saying “zed” and she kept saying, “I don’t understand” until it dawned on me – “ZEE-ZEE” – part of my problem is everyone swears I SOUND American, for whatever that means, except no one can quite place the accent – always comes down to somewhere Eastern seaboard, on the odd time, maybe Western – like Washington State or Oregon. Anyhooo ….
LOL@entomology (nope – that’s study of insects) and etymology because I ALWAYS get them mixed up too!
There is so much that flies and has crossed over, it’s hard to keep track –
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June 30, 2017 at 7:07 am
Folks know I’m a Canadian (out and about) but I don’t think I have a particular accent that locates me within the country. Just my Maritime-isms. Oh, and some bizarre ones from my mother’s rural Ontario up-bringing on Prince Edward County.
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June 30, 2017 at 10:38 am
it’s funny how it all morphs and blends and fuses ;)
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June 28, 2017 at 11:00 am
oops – firefly seems to be of British origin – but there are no clear indications as such – other than it’s a combo of fire+fly – so to know, it probably is British and then is all about roots etc.
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June 21, 2017 at 5:37 pm
Beautiful!
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June 21, 2017 at 8:28 pm
Thank you!
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June 22, 2017 at 2:59 am
Pleasure 💖
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