They say ‘The nose knows…”
I believe they are right
Whether it sniffs or it blows.
Never take for granted
The ability to sense
The presence of poison,
Pheromone,
Scents
To enrich or endanger
Life as we know it.
Oh, poor unappreciated nose!
Unless it bleeds or breaks,
Who cares what it knows?
Until the day our sense of smell
Goes.
As in gone.
Forever.
Baked bread, lilac, rose and vanilla,
Baby hair, puppy breath,
Line-dried sheets,
Hops, bonfires, the warm sheen of clean sweat well earned –
(Also poo, vomit, morning breath
and dinners burnt)
“I’m missing the smell of lavender,”
Says my love.
“I miss the smell of your perfume…”
My heart breaks
For what his nose knows.
Or knew.
Once.
Mother Hen
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Hey, maybe if he hits the right one there may be a cure. Has he tried wasabi?
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If only… but then, I’m the big sushi fan in this house! Wasabi rocks!
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