For today’s prompt, write a senses poem. That is, write a poem that uses one or more of your senses. Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, or even a sixth sense. Focus in on one of them or try to incorporate them all.
Nicely done for sure! Do you really feel so sad? Or is this only the poem. I hope so! You are a fine poet and I hope you have many more years of writing to share.
Finally catching up on this. Daily is tough on me. LOL. I love looking at progress through the development of a hearing aid. And yes, I agree. It's time for me to look at them too. It reminded me of a thing my son Will had to do for school. He had to list all of the electric things in the house, then ask me what we had when I was a kid, then asked my mother what things they had.
this is about a thing i've got, that i don't know if it's a blessing, or a curse. apparently, it's common in musicians. i'm late with my daily poems, but i did write them on the day....promise.
SENSOPHOBIA
my senses get mixed together i can smell colours and taste music taste a change in the weather some people glow golden some make me sick her angel breath was stolen
to touch her made me cry i open my mouth and swallow sunshine
stars smell like burnt flint a lady i know's kisses are mint
to music i have a psychic link and yes........some songs do stink.
damnit paul! start a new comment for your poems. stop walking over another poets section for replies to their poems. ... as for your poem it is quite beautiful. wish we could do replies separate though ,,, please use the comment section not the reply section to post your poems separately.
ok! ok! bonita. i get it. you don't have to shout. it's comment, not reply. i hate technology. gimme a pencil and paper and i'm fine - take care my friend - paul.
Yes, Comment is where your poem goes, reply is where your comments go and it is confusing especially for someone with mixes in the head already as you say. Good poem too, I liked it.
What visions have these eyes seen
ReplyDeletebeyond the coming years
what visions have the eyes seen
to bring such sorrowful tears?
What sounds have these ears heard
of violence and rage
what sounds have these ears heard
across time and space and age?
What scents have filled the air
from flower blossoms to decay
what scents have filled the air
to make me wish to end my stay?
What pain has this body felt
as illness took it's toll
what pain has this body felt
as it grows week and old?
What flavors has this tongue tasted
life offers us so much
what flavors has this tongue tasted
with vision smell hearing and touch.
Nicely done for sure! Do you really feel so sad? Or is this only the poem. I hope so! You are a fine poet and I hope you have many more years of writing to share.
DeleteBeautiful. Very lyrical Has the feel of those poems we read when we were kids. And well stated to boot.
Deletestill some visions left bonita. no matter the thickness of our rose coloured glasses - don't go lifting 400 pounds at the y - paul.
DeleteSecrets slither down
ReplyDeletehallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
and cold pizza on Saturday morning for Bonnie
Deletememory floods can drown you victoria - love and peace - paul.
DeleteAnd the story continues, what fun you are having and we are too as we read it!
DeleteAns the sory continues. This is fun and fascinating! hanks!
ReplyDeleteHearing
ReplyDeleteGreat grandmother had an ear trumpet.
Though I was only four
I remember seeing her use it,
so she could hear better or more.
My grandmother had an ear button
attached to a box she wore
though she'd turn off her aid to her hearing
when she didn't wish to hear more.
Dad's hearing declined with his aging
yet no aid to hearing he wore
and everyone had to speak louder
so he'd be able to hear a bit more
It's my turn to deal with my hearing
it's fading and I do deplore
my inherited debility
that keeps me from hearing more.
Yet I'm thankful for aids to my hearing
that I have been able to score
so no one need talk any louder
and I can hear everything more.
nicely done! i like the progression through the generations
DeleteThank for the kind words. Appreciate!
DeleteFinally catching up on this. Daily is tough on me. LOL. I love looking at progress through the development of a hearing aid. And yes, I agree. It's time for me to look at them too. It reminded me of a thing my son Will had to do for school. He had to list all of the electric things in the house, then ask me what we had when I was a kid, then asked my mother what things they had.
Deletethis is about a thing i've got, that i don't know if it's a blessing, or a curse. apparently, it's common in musicians. i'm late with my daily poems, but i did write them on the day....promise.
DeleteSENSOPHOBIA
my senses get mixed together
i can smell colours and taste music
taste a change in the weather
some people glow golden
some make me sick
her angel breath was stolen
to touch her made me cry
i open my mouth and swallow sunshine
stars smell like burnt flint
a lady i know's kisses are mint
to music i have a psychic link
and yes........some songs do stink.
damnit paul! start a new comment for your poems. stop walking over another poets section for replies to their poems. ... as for your poem it is quite beautiful. wish we could do replies separate though ,,, please use the comment section not the reply section to post your poems separately.
Deleteok! ok! bonita. i get it. you don't have to shout. it's comment, not reply. i hate technology. gimme a pencil and paper and i'm fine - take care my friend - paul.
Deletei hear you tash.
DeleteYes, Comment is where your poem goes, reply is where your comments go and it is confusing especially for someone with mixes in the head already as you say. Good poem too, I liked it.
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