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Then it took away the sky....

Saturday, October 26, 2013

PHEROMONES




DEVIANT ART


PHEROMONES


I yearn.
I return.

Discern
burning
heart-flame.

what is,
which fills this space
where I work and play
all--and each--day?

exhale
expel             
can feel it,
            and smell

pheromonally-enhanced
nitrogen, oxygen.
Breathe, steve,
entranced!

Inhaling
secreted
attractant--
heaven-scent, (sigh)
overwhelms.

finally have
wholly lived
wholly loved

good-bye!
now die?

--steveroni

Since childhood, scents have been my intriguer--love country odors; skunk, wild onions, chocolate milk, sour cream, musk, a city in early morning, sweat, perfumes. On an elevator I sometimes entertain strangers by naming their perfume.  Hence, when I discovered a blog post titled Pheromones, a short poem began to form.

6 comments:




  1. Pheromones:
    "A chemical substance produced and released into the environment by an animal, especially a mammal or an insect, affecting the behaviour or physiology of others of its species".
    Thanks for teaching me a new word, Steve :)
    I have always been more than intrigued by smells ... to the point of contemplating to have a "nosectomy" done :)

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  2. its funny, i got a new soap that is supposed to be phermone enhanced---what the heck...
    scent has been a huge thing for me as well...def plays into an appreciation
    or makes me inquisitive....and can be a huge turn off as well....

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  3. Are you a skunk?

    Your chemical substance affects behaviour of other of your species.

    Can you tell how my body smell like? Scent of rain forest?

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  4. scents go directly into the emotional sector without passing the brain logic... so familar scents can transport us everywhere within milli seconds...i find that so fascinating...cool on recognizing certain perfumes... i'm using bulgari eau the rouge... it has pink pepper and redbush tea ingredients...loving it...smiles

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  5. My favorite scent is of my beloved.
    He always smells so good to me.

    I DON"T like the smell of skunks but I did like your poem, Steve.

    My best wishes to you for a good day

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  6. It is amazing how the human senses work. Great piece!

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