I see those mottled photos, ornate albums
of yesterdays yellow sun
Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field.
They leash their arms around an oval-shape
becoming empty; the shape deflates, the air comes out like water.
It starts to breathe it’s own small breath in the shape of a person,
someday a man, a woman, sometimes swollen, sometimes
stiff, stark, or bleeding.
Seeing those photos one day,
your nose has memorized leather and tobacco flower.
for her, it’s dr.pepper, Disney on ice
the coty musk she never knew she had just inside the pi of bone.
samantha lucero 2017 ©
“dr. pepper, Disney on ice”
Like closing your eyes and sniffing the pages of a book.
I just bought a vintage, leather bound copy of wuthering heights, and a vintage paperback “Victorian ghost stories” and there WILL be sniffing. Vintage smells a certain way.
How delightful. When I got my new Twin Peaks book, the first thing I did was sniff it. And vigorously, I might add.
My grandfather (Mom’s dad) took a lot of photos, now mounted in volumes of such albums and come down to me, smelling of time and history. This reminded me in a lovely way.
I love that! I love that it made you think of a memory! That was my intention, and sometimes I’m unsure if the right people get it, and you’re definitely the right “people”!
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Samantha Lucero writes of old photo albums and other things.
Thank you!
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Yaaaay a heart from K. 🖤🖤
Here’s a kiss, too 😘
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This is insanely amazing!
Thank you!
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thanks for the share. we’ll see if any other book-spine sniffers reveal themselves.
This is beautifully surreal, sort as the intake of a sigh.
Thank you! What a beautiful way of putting it. A sigh. I like that.
Your poetry is lovely…breathtaking.
thank you for the wonderful compliment. it helps encourage me to get on here and put my thoughts down more often.
I certainly hope so
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brilliant Sam!
awwww, thanks friend!
you kick ass 🙂
Wonderful imagery!
thank you. 🖤🖤
My Pleasure !
So that’s what that smell is. ❤
You are the most under rated artist I know xxx
Thank you D, 🖤🖤🖤
I wanted to touch this, feel the texture I was reading
This was like, weirdly the easiest poem I’ve ever written, and kinda one of my favs.
Its pretty awesome
Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Samantha Lucero
Sam has carved out her own niche in the universe of writers. This is a brilliant work which is indicative of every piece that I’ve ever read from Sam. And it goes without saying that she has a pretty good eye for Aesthetics.
Awww… happy to see you here. Thanks for the kind words. 🖤🖤🖤
Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
Pics on my phone don’t cut it and this poem, Hours by Samantha Lucero, makes me miss photo albums deeply.
If I make somebody miss something, I am so winning. 🖤🖤🖤