Sometimes life itself becomes the poem
Eyes drink in images silly, sad, profound
See beauty of sunset and the moon ascend
Ears charmed by music, small children at play
Hear stories, rhymes and wailing grief
Tastes dance lively tattoos on the tongue
Grapefruit a wake-up call divine as any caffeine buzz
Pepper mustard gives tango flick to daily bread
Smell bewitched remembers past as if today
Imagines future loves and candle scent, gives alarm of burning pot
Touch of human hands, soft fleecy blankets on the bed
Feel of rough wood, rounded pebbles, water from a spout
Breathe a song of living out our days
Very profound!
Thanks, Cathy. 🙂
OH it do love this one….wish I could have grapefruit again….hopefully soon. The joys of the senses💜
And I love your comment. Nice to know another grapefruit fan. I hope you get some soon. ❤
The meds I’m on….the one thing they said not to eat, and here I move to Florida, growing on trees everywhere, but nope….sigh😊
I’m sorry to hear that. ❤
I love this so full of life and things we all think and do and see! wonderful!
Thanks, Lynn
This is my favorite so far! loved it
Glad to hear it. Thanks. ❤
Resonates so beautifully with how I would desire to experience this day. Every day.
Thank you.
Thanks for your lovely comment. ❤
there’s something crafty and tasty about this line ‘Grapefruit a wake-up call divine as any caffeine buzz’ – nice one
Thanks, Heath. Glad you like it.
Love this poem of your’s & grapefruit too!
Thanks for your comment – from a grapefruit lover to boot.
The very first line made me fell in love with it.. 🙂 beautifully written.. 😊
Your comment touches me. Thanks.
You’re welcome.. 🙂
from first line to the last one.. I kept feeling so much. The lives we live… Beautiful poem
Thank you.
Tasting your words
Wonderful comment. Thanks.