Even Life Has Color and Taste
Is life only made of smiles that entice love?
Think of smell and images:
scented flowers and pretty landscapes;
stroll down those paths
and closely watch robins and larks,
doesn't their melody echo in any grove?
Life can't be touched, but it's felt as
the heartbeat inside of us: steady and assuring;
it has rhythm and vibrancy like the lovely seasons
that add charm to our daily living.
Pensive and lonely moments are rare in our relentless haste,
not tasting a fruit that can delight our palates regardless its form;
not breathing in the scent of jasmines and roses after a brief storm...
and doing so we surely deny that even life has color and taste.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
