Colleen and Robbie remind that today is the last day for submissions to the Sunflower Tanka – Dreams anthology, closing at midnight EST. Willow hosts Tanka Tuesday, encouraging poems triggered by sensory memories.
I have written a Choka today in response to Willow’s challenge.

a forgotten smell
rarely caught, cigarette smoke
and I’m transported
to the family sedan and
dad is driving, his
arm rests on open window
the cherry glows red
when he breathes in and his smoke
signal races down the road
Copyright © Lisa Paul
So lovely Lisa ❤️
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Thank you ✨🫶🙏
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Aww you are so welcome Lisa ❤️🙏💟
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Lisa, a deeply personal memory, capturing a moment of childhood that’s tied to a specific, yet almost fleeting sensation – wonderful 🙌 (It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago about my taid (grandad) who smoked like a trooper.)
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Thank you! 🚬❤️✨
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Oh! Wow Lisa thank you for sharing this wonderful moment with us…..My dad smoked a pipe so pipe tobacco is a trigger for me .
thank you again 💜💜💜
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Thank you, Willow! 🚬✨❤️
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💜💜💜
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Wow – fantastic – an evocative memory for many of us in that era of parenting, cars and cigarettes.
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Thank you, Lisa. Us in the backseat praying that cherry doesn’t fall off 🚬😂
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I could swear I commented on this yesterday- but… Anyway, this is such a raw and honest remeberance. I just love it.
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Thank you! 😊🚬🩷
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Yep, it’s there… that smell, and that open window in the car!
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Thank you, Chris! ☺️✨🚬
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This was a portal for me too, my father smoked (pipe) and a whiff connects me back, I loved where this took me.
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Thank you so much! 😊🚬🩵
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Lisa, the scent of cigarette smoke evokes all kinds of memories. This is a wonderful poem. 💜
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Thank you! ✨🩵✨
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