In a sense, it’s not the heart or the mind <br />That triggers memories so deeply confined <br />They only play a common role <br />In those mad moments that flood the soul <br />Vision and hearing have their tales <br />But I think the detonation’s due to…smell <br />That’s what I said, yet you probably oppose <br />That most of our memories come from the nose <br />The reason I hold this strong conclusion <br />Is because my smell brought on so many illusions <br />Walking outside, I encountered a breath of fresh air <br />And memories exploded, memories flared; <br />On the mountains on a day so breezy <br />On the beach with the tide uneasy <br />Opening a window during a clashing storm <br />Sitting by the fire in hopes to get warm <br />A doe swimming across the river brim <br />A prickly pine come falling from a limb <br />Playing in raked leaves in mid fall <br />Gathering a horse back into his stall <br />Drip drying in the summer wind <br />Chasing lightning bugs with my friend <br />Looking at the stars, oh what bliss <br />A little boy and a first kiss <br />Going to a baseball game in night fog <br />How the rocks roll during a jog <br />Knowing grass has just been mowed <br />Making an angel in the snow <br />A vision of a tire swing under a maple <br />A candle lit Christmas dinner table <br />Watching flowers sway on tops of hills <br />Remembering how God's love feels <br />Volcanic memories explode and then again swell <br />Memories are pure madness when encountering a smell<br /><br />Whitney Albright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sense-of-smell/
