Scent - One single Impression
I stand next to the whiteboard,
marker in my hand,
a faint whiff of solvent,
like old, purple-blue dittoes
still damp.
Memories rise up from the chalkboard,
as I sponge away today's lesson
carried in the dry scent
of wet chalk
and slate.
Standing here, beginning my day
preparing the classroom
I am both student and teacher,
child and adult,
remembering.
For more scent poetry, check out One single Impression
marker in my hand,
a faint whiff of solvent,
like old, purple-blue dittoes
still damp.
Memories rise up from the chalkboard,
as I sponge away today's lesson
carried in the dry scent
of wet chalk
and slate.
Standing here, beginning my day
preparing the classroom
I am both student and teacher,
child and adult,
remembering.
For more scent poetry, check out One single Impression
posted by Plain Foolish | 8:53 PM
7 Comments:
erasing the lessons and beginning anew. the scent of mimeograph permeates.
Oh this takes me back!! LOVED the smell of school, of chalkboards.. Great writing!
purple-blue dittoes - woo - those words bring back the scent and about 7 years of memories. Nice work!
the smell and sound of chalk is full of memories. My heart leans forward in the teacher being both student and teacher, how wonderful.
Spirithelpers
I felt like you are erasing the present and uncovering the past with each swipe. I never thought of the solvent smell of the whiteboard markers being like the dittos. Nicely written.
Well done. You sure do get at the temporary nature of what the teacher does. And how the senses are really heightened during the day.
that is nice !
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