Senses Poems
Touching
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fresh mango sunrise
pink sun's on the horizon
muted hues brighten
in sleek raven hours
pretty rainbow nudges grass ~
storms and sun contrast
gold mist strokes valleys
of grasshoppers and blue jays
......
The Oldest Girl in The World
by Carol Ann Duffy
Children, I remember how I could hear
with my soft young ears
the tiny sounds of the air-
tinkles and chimes
like miniscule bells
ringing continually there;
clinks and chinks
like glasses of sparky gooseberry wine,
jolly and glinting and raised in the air.
Yes, I could hear like a bat! And how!
......
Touch
by Joe Cyr
(double inverted nonet)
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Cool
grass 'neath
shading trees
Luxuriance
of a woman's hair
Rose petal silkiness
Gentle air brushing your face
......
Sun, Sand and Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
Had we our senses
by Emily Dickinson
Had we our senses
But perhaps 'tis well they're not at Home
So intimate with Madness
He's liable with them
Had we the eyes without our Head—
How well that we are Blind—
We could not look upon the Earth—
So utterly unmoved—
Touching
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fresh mango sunrise
pink sun's on the horizon
muted hues brighten
in sleek raven hours
pretty rainbow nudges grass ~
storms and sun contrast
gold mist strokes valleys
of grasshoppers and blue jays
......
Touch
by Joe Cyr
(double inverted nonet)
•
Cool
grass 'neath
shading trees
Luxuriance
of a woman's hair
Rose petal silkiness
Gentle air brushing your face
......
Overflowing
by Kailey Norris
My words flow from an overflowing sink,
My direction of thought an unknown path,
My mind a twisting tree root,
My ideas a snapping branch in the wind.
I walk with unknown eyes,
I listen through foreign ears,
I write with spinning thoughts,
I see only through touch.
......
Up in Fumes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Latterly skies blazed
after gold riches were lost
mourned by seas of blooms
exuding heady perfumes
Scarlet sun has gone down slow
Sun, Sand and Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
