Haiku Monday: Fragrance
coconuts and salty skin
teenager in love
me concentrate on
readin' writin' rithmatic'?
cant! i smell yeast rolls.
Labels: haiku monday, school daze, summer scents
posted by sparringK9 at 9:47 AM
2.20.2011
coconuts and salty skin
teenager in love
me concentrate on
readin' writin' rithmatic'?
cant! i smell yeast rolls.
14 Comments:
Mmmmmm . . . both of these are highly evocative and memory-tweaking, but I will consider as per your request the yeast rolls haiku. That one actually made my mouth begin to water!
Oh, I remember the smell of bread coming from the school cafeteria. They made this "cowboy bread" that was mostly dough and butter.
Happy Haiku Monday.
sticky suntan oil (spf 4), sand and salty skin ..
no worries about skin cancer.
man, what memories. it's a time machine, indeed.
you know. my mother bought me a poster to put on my wall when i was 13 or so that depicted the dog pulling down the girl's britches. except that the girl in my poster was all grown up ... a playboy bunny or something like that. that was my mother for you though.
and now i fresh yeast rolls.
i "want" .. tsk ..
Love the pics and the haiku's, so many memories of days spent at the beach,I love the fragrance of coppertone on salty skin.
xoxoxo ♡
Happy Haiku Monday.
Both excellent!
heh--the Time Machine takes the cake fer me. But I do recall them yeasty pillows of lunchtime comfort.
COPPERTONE! Mixed with yeast rolls? OMG, suddenly it is 1967 in my head.
Both are very good.
When I was four years old, we lived in ABQ for the summer while my dad was working on his master's at UNM. Our neighbors across the way included a gaggle of young students, one of whom was black. He would spend every afternoon after class, lounging outside on a lawn chair, in his bathing trunks, studying.
Please keep in mind, I grew up in Northern New Mexico. The only black people I'd ever seen up to that point was during a visit to my relatives in New York City, and I got it into my head that they were that color because they were always out on the street, i.e., out in the SUN. And here was this college boy, proving my point.
So, I decided I was going to be that color, too. I nicked my mother's bottle of Coppertone, got a beach towel, put on my bathing suit, and started lying out in the sun, on our patio across from him. One day he happened to mention that I was getting really brown.
"But not as brown as you," I said. He got a funny look on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked?
"I mean, I'm going to stay out here until I'm the same color as you."
Which sent him into a fury of laughter. "Kid," he said. "You CAN'T tan to my color. I was born this way."
I was devastated. It took me weeks to get over the fact that it didn't matter how much Coppertone I used, I was never going to be that gorgeous color.
I love the smell of women roasting on the beach. That's a perfume that needs to be bottled. Bwahahaha
Can you see an Ad Man today trying to pitch that Coppertone add today? He'd be arrested for kiddie porn.
moi: all there is to hope for in a sad landscape of mystery meat and over cooked can veggies.
boxa: dough and butter. Im in!
foam: grrrrrhahahahaha! i love her. what a funny mother you had. i never used the oil - always the lotion cause thats the one that smells good. in the brown bottle. sfp 8/
dianne: i wear it with a "grace" perfume as my summer fragrance. so right for the heat.
xl: yay! really? thanks
aunty: yeasty pillows of comfort. theres a haiku in the making right there!
pam: good times!
troll: thank you!
moi: grrrrrherhahahaha! i bet you do get dark though.
buzz: good observation. i think you are right. leave the child exploitation to the pageant mothers.
Can I vote for them both?????
per the first image
dreams of k9 at the beach
why they muzzle me
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