I can land home in
a New York second.
Close my eyes, I see
sea, I see me, I see
your neck and smell
the entire sea at once.
I love the smell of
diesel from trucks too
–fruity and sweet like
Dulce de Cocoyol.
Reminds me of
the island ferry.
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I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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I love this beautiful and tender poem, Selma.
Sonia. Blessings. Happy you liked it. 🤗
So beautiful. A trip home in your memories. Maggie
Next time you visit Merida perhaps you could taste it too, dear Maggie. The make great Cocoyol sweet in Merida.
I’m so glad you read, sweet one. Bless you. 🤗
This is lovely, Selma.
I’m so happy you liked it my friend. 🤗
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beautiful
Thanks, Beth. Delicious sweets.
Beautifully penned Selma
I’m pleased you liked it dear Maggie.
It was my pleasure to read Selma 🙏
this has all the condensed imagery that particularises a haiku – a joy to read
Beautiful, it is amazing what smells remind us of where we lived. Mine was where they made chocolate.
I love the smell of
diesel from trucks too
–fruity and sweet like. So sweet words written,Selma!
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Oh, this is beautiful, Selma! The ocean always does it for me.