Writing Prompt

S weet summer air

I feel the breeze run cool fingers through my hair

L ying under a canopy of green

E very moment of stillness is serene

N o losing time that others stole

C riss cross applesauce, hands in the bowl

E ven a bit of calm is gold

I prefer the chatter of the brook to human voices

S olitude is one of my best choices

G reat it is to be alone

O n my own I could for hours roam

L ittl...

A scent before the rain

Bringing back memories of days without pain.

When we would run outside and play

Until the rumble of thunder sent us scurrying away.

The smell of leaves fallen to the ground

As the transition to slumber can be seen all around.

Signaling a time for quiet and rest

A time to stay inside our cozy nests.

The cold, sharp scent of freshly fallen snow

As we sit by the fire enjoyin...

The scent of silence is fickle and changing.

How it doth smell depends on the setting:

Under the moonlight as one sits with a lover,

Silence smells of roses, a faint, wafting

Scent that glides on the breeze.

Then the rose dies and the scent turns to blood

As I sit and I wait for some terror to pass—

A twister, a gunman, yelling so crass—

I stop to wonder how can be that

This silence, once sweet...

If silence had a scent, it would smell like the smoke of a just blown out candle, or freshly washed linens when you curl into bed.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like the heat of the day radiating off the ground in the cooling night, or the dust that settles on the road.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like your favorite dream, or the last meal you had permeating the house.

If s...

If silence had a scent

It would smell like the air after it rains

Hidden from the mess of that time

Weightless and so divine

If silence had a scent

It would smell like embers poisoned by decay

The smoke lets you know its goodbye

Then travels home in the sky

If silence had a scent

It would smell like a flower revealing its beauty

A sensation that sets the course of your heart

Widen iris from the ...

If silence had a smell

It would smell like the dying embers of a fire

A mix of smoke and rotting wood

It burns the nostrils and chokes you

Wordlessly you suffer

The permeation of the charred dirt

It sinks its aromatic claws inside your brain

There it dwells and takes over

Silence is a kindle of wood

That just can’t stay lit...

Tv static.

Okay, I know tv static doesn’t have a smell, but I’m certain that people would know what I’m talking about if I was to tell them that silence smells like Tv static. Or perhaps minerals in the water. They’re all the same thing, really.

Or maybe silence smells like a bad conversation at dinner where your mother tell you she’s leaving. Maybe silence has the same smell as my mother’s perfum...

Hardwood floors, coated with the fading scent of Murphy’s oil. The bedroom fan sits silently above head. You can smell the dust that coats the books that stand upon the bookshelves, and outside the windows almost every single one of the leaves are settled on the ground, the trees nearly barren at this point. The windowsill littered with the dried husks of dead flies, having fought in vain to escap...

A bakery, with its freshly baked cakes and pastries. The warmth and sweetness emanating from each window, exiting through the chimney to tickle the noses of everyone who walks by. The aroma, so inviting even the most cynical of humans can't help but feel glimmers of joy. Memories flow through the minds of many as they gather the whiffs of the sugar and dough in to their nostrils. No need for speak...

Out of my reach—that’s where he always is. I sprint along the paths he crossed, into the woods, out of the fields, chasing him through places only we know. Sometimes I lose sight of him, just for a moment, and when I do, he’s nothing but a speck of dust on the horizon. Even when he’s near, within my line of sight, I can never touch him. He makes sure of that.

But I never miss the chance to look a...