The Senses 'At Work'
The azure sky spreads wide, as far as I can ‘SEE’
The air perfumed, with the ‘SMELL’ of jet’s fuel
A gentle breeze blew, ‘FEELING’ O so cool
The pilot said, “Joy, come ‘TASTE’ my drink”
While I could ‘HEAR’ the roar of the jet’s engine
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.
