I see you in the morning, with thanks true
It’s a worry after all you’ve been through
That gives the ambience of the day
For us to get on and let joys come our way.
We open the windows to beautiful sounds
Coming from the birds flying around
Hear laughter of children going to school
The future they are, such fine precious jewels.
The aroma of burnt offering you often smell
I must confess that I don’t cook that well
Still we get by and I must admit this
On those offerings we’re kept good and fit.
The touch of your hand and a sweet embrace
Then the day I’m able to face with grace
To enjoy all the gifts Mother Nature gives
When walking around the scenes that exist.
A taste of heaven for me and for you
In all things that both of us get to do
It may not be much, but to us it is
A pleasure, a treasure we love to bits.
Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
I love walking on a forest path,
in the stillness of a new morn',
listening to tranquil birds.
tweet me a symphony.
Oh, a blue stream flows !
Wrapped in green hues,
calm, serene,
in sweet,
peace.
I walked around our farm’s “block” one day,
Each side of which is a country mile.
Noticing details along my way;
Sights, sounds, smells, and feelings made me smile.
Cows in a pasture gently grazing;
Some glanced at me but not with alarm.
Now horses who at me were gazing;
Sensing, I felt, I meant them no harm.
I strode past a wood, hiding a deer;
Watched two squirrels clatter up a tree;
Crossed a bridge above water so clear;
Passed some hives but not one buzzing bee.
I smelled freshly cut hay in the field;
Farmer’s crops help him pay his lender.
Pondering the joys my walk did yield;
Loving this simple country splendor.
Engaging The Senses - Sight, Sound, Smell, Touch, Taste
Sound
I walk with white a cane where valley life is breathing,
The water showers near the shop, soft, soothing,
Children’s laughter drifts from far, sweet and teasing,
While rickshaw horns crash loud like a storm seizing.
Smell
BBQ smoke and chai rise warm from stalls nearby,
Rain wakes the earth, and tea steam meets the sky,
Lily and jasmine bloom where flowers softly lie,
Their scent recalls her name I cannot let die.
Touch
My fingers read the world that eyes cannot see,
Silk on my palm moves slow as worms on a tree,
I shape the clay and feel each curve carefully,
So every hidden detail speaks to me.
Taste
I sit where coffee dreams were broken long ago,
Naan khatai with tea tastes like clouds in rain’s flow,
Cold tea has lost its warmth, like past tastes I know,
Yet this bazaar keeps all the days I won’t let go.
Sight
At my craft desk I build her face from touch and breath,
My inner sight sees clear beyond the night of death,
I mold the love I lost, defying silent death,
And hope one day she’ll see what my hands bequeath.
Living in the concrete jungle of the city’s thermal island
My five senses were stifled to almost lifeless and bland.
To perceive if all of them are still lively and working or not
I went from the city to the luring lap of nature I nearly forgot.
I trekked in the high Himalaya along the Tista river valley
Floating fragrance of spring flowers I smelled enthralled me.
The murmur of cascading streams on rolling boulders I heard
Pristine nature’s sound of music mingled with the song of bird.
The clumps of cloud curled up the valley soaking the green
My body mellowed at their soft touch seeping through skin.
Up above tree canopy the clouds melted in cool crystal rain
The drops were like elixir of heaven my taste buds still retain.
The crimson sun painted gold on Kanchajangha peak at morn
Beguiled and awed, I saw the Himalayan splendor being born.
I was then hovering in the gorgeous feeling of grand ecstasy
And realized content my five senses still survived within me.
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
To hold my sweetheart's hand and touch his skin.
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
From the moment i rise
i hear fresh coffee
perking in the hotel room,
with such an awakening aroma
I gaze out my window
overlooking Daytona Beach,
people have already
staked claims on the beach
with lawn chairs and
large umbrella
The healthy jog along the water
not too close to pull them into
the rolling tides
that roll gently in
leaving white foam and
souvenirs with their travels
As i walk onto the beach
I can taste the salt
rolling in from unknown lands
as it contrasts with my coffee
My bare feet sink into the wet sand
i watch tiny bubbles form
as the sand breaths beneath my weight
I stand
consumed by mornings light
becoming one with the wind
as i sway in motion
A recalibration
needed at least once a year
the beach
my sanctuary from life
Moon's reflection charms,
stars blaze white from pond's surface;
a cool mist rises.
Winner: 2nd Place, Engaging The Senses, Natasha L Scragg (Sponsor) 7/1/26
I have HEARD a lot during my 76 years plus.
Both bad and good news have entered my ears.
A lot more will be heard before I kick the dust.
I am blessed to be without the use of hearing aids.
My TASTE buds are great each time I dine;
Especially when there's black walnut ice cream.
And say nothing of those hot baking AROMAS
Of my dear wife's 'to die for' home-made rolls.
On a hot summer day, what's better than a cool
breeze or a cold refreshing drink Of lemonade?
There's nothing like the FEEL of a warm imbrace.
And I can SEE clearly with help from my glasses.
I dreamt of my gal Maria
and a trip to the pizzeria,
and, so, I called her up,
"Let's eat pizza and watch the World Cup".
The minute we walked through the door,
I could smell what we had in store.
I inhaled deep and slow -
garlic and oregano.
I looked past my beauty's dazzling eyes,
onto a screen of humongous size,
and heard the customers cheer
as I ordered up a beer.
Zero to zero, the clock did tick
when I saw that amazing kick,
just before the whistle blast,
and the game was over at last.
Just after that incredible shot,
my pizza came and it was hot.
I burned my mouth - Maria laughed,
and said, "that was just the first half".
It crept in ‘neath the stealth of sunrise
Easing its way into the shadows
Whispering in an unfelt breeze
Softly soothing my soul
A moment, held in time,
Waiting for my comment
An exhale of thanksgiving
A sly appreciative smile
Spreading craftily across squinting eyes
A distant chorus humming its hymn
A thousand wingbeats
Building the crescendo
Of the Bull frog ‘Harrumph”
The sensation of cool dew
Kissing my bare feet
The sweet-scented symphony
of intermingled flowers
opening their petals
sharing the warmth of morning
as I sat…..rejoicing
celebrating my place
in this awakening
orchestral
performance
POETRYSOUP VOYAGE
it is me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
show..
yet,not dwell;
let our verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
The tempo of the music
adds energy to the rhythm of the night,
and the pulse of warm blood rushing through sinewy veins.
The mixture of perspiring bodies,
cheap perfume, and tepid whiskey adds a pungent aroma
that permeates even the tattered tablecloths.
The scene, obscured by dimness
and a haze that slowly envelops the dusty paper lanterns,
gives the room an eerie ghost-like glow.
Writhing, creeping forms
undulate, moving sensuously
to the repeated thumping of resonating bass strings.
The soulful melody of the saxophone
weaves its way over, around and through the crowd
as it playfully caresses the thick air.
Remote conversations and laughter
mix with bold encouragements from the crowd
as a lone dancer, with little effort, executes her sexy, sultry moves.
A breeze blows, ever so slightly,
as the door opens and more revelers enter the stifling room,
the lanterns swaying in the breeze.
A thin shaft of moonlight slowly creeps across the bare floor
as the aroma, the haze and the music
waft through the opening and into the rhythm of the night.
Wisdom and knowledge,
What’s the difference?
Wisdom comes with knowledge,
But does knowledge come with wisdom?
Wisdom has its moments,
Comes with a sense of glee.
Knowledge is a bore,
Requires study, you see.
Wisdom is a tree,
Sturdy and standing tall.
Knowledge is a bird,
Small, a bit nerdy overall.
Yet, this remains true,
Knowledge seeks wisdom's realm,
Just as a bird seeks a tree’s shelter,
to flourish in its helm.
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