Nature tickles my senses year round.
Her treasures are easily found.
From heavenly skies to uncommon ground,
Nature's stimulants abound.
I observe a sky where sun and rain compete.
The sudden rain cools the summer heat.
As vapor rises skyward off the street,
A rainbow provides a dazzling treat.
Thunder announces an approaching storm.
As I watch, dark storm clouds form.
The smell of ozone fills the air,
While lightning carelessly strikes here and there.
The northwestern wind moves the storm along.
The skies clear and the birds resume their song.
A busy bee is buzzing in a flower,
Only briefly interrupted by the shower.
Nasturtiums dance lightly in the breeze.
Their nectar delights my tongue with a squeeze.
The colorful flowers are Nature's bling.
Their heady scents to my senses cling.
My world consists of these simple things.
I'm thankful for the sense of joy life brings.
When we were together you and me,
Our love shone out for all to see.
I knew all of you from top to toe.
I could smell you, I could feel you all day and night and in every dream,
You were there in the breeze, there in the rustling leaves of the trees,
I could see you in the clouds and in the brightest twinkling star.
But in a flash you had gone!
Disappeared with someone new.
The world went black, I was lost, I felt under attack,
I never slept, I never ate,
I resigned myself to any fate.
You were still there, everywhere,
I could see you and smell you, every bit of you that I knew so well.
In dreams I would kiss you and hold you,
Then in the morning I would realize I was just being tortured by the taste of touch.
Through many generations
Roots have forged strong bonds
that overlap each other deep in the earth
I am the oldest,
not untouched by the outside world
beauty and decay
Mixed with nostalgia and lush forest
children's play and laughter
When I look back
in slightly blurry images
No echo in the forest anymore
silence reigns
The city is growing faster than my family
the crystal ball cannot predict the future
A contradiction in terms
strange as it may seem
the strawberry is not a berry
tho' does go well with cream
and you may stop along the way
to smell them in the rose family
as botanically-speaking
it's a fruit actually
with seeds on the outside
suck it and see
pick one or two perhaps pluck a few
to make jam on scones for tea
Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
A room flickers under a
nearly dead bulb.
The mattress keeps the deep impression of a body,
cold air stealing whatever heat was left as I pull back under the covers.
By morning, the shirt
has borrowed the room’s smell.
A half-filled glass leaves a ring near the door.
An unread book sits open on its face,
cracked open the width of a penny.
The window, latch half turned,
hand curled but not closed.
Morning again, to the same failing light.
I thought the room
would keep its scent for good.
Instead I find it
folded into the shirt,
into nothing.
As we run from the ash,
will the pyramid of peace,
save our love?
As we gasp for air,
I feel totally loved with,
"Your fingers around my soul."
As you hold me so tightly,
kiss me over and over again then,
"Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Here as our time is ending,
"I own your signature,"
for evermore as we close our eyes.
"I'm a vampire rose,"
is this our true death?
I can smell the sweetness of a rose,
as the vampire of life bleeds us dry.
Will we ever be found?
They say I am full of air,
as I sit here wearing blue.
In the seventh house,
I love to see and smell roses.
Social circles is where I am,
as I am balancing life.
This is not my zodiac sign,
I know I am not under this spell.
The aroma awakes my tastebuds... me next
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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.
The danger zone gets broader
Within four walls I hide
Got window holes in order
From where I look outside
After the sun goes down
And green turns indigo
There’s nothing to be found
I haven’t seen before
But I can sense the air
It never smells the same
Since you’re no longer there
The air can’t call my name
Connection drops, then fits
To drop again too soon
The birdies treat the trees
With melodies of June..
I water the garden flowers
In the early morning glare
They bloom brighter after hours
Later, in the fresher air
In the coolness of the evening
Flowers smell more vividly
Their scent reminds of feeling
That you are here, close to me
We’re just sitting biding time
Till it gets too cold to sit
Faces blur, and shades entwine
There’s no ground beneath our feet..
I still see her ghost.
She's at the woodstove cooking and baking.
Perfumes still roam the air.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If wishing to smell the roses
Don't let bees go up your noses
You’ll get buzzing on the brain
Enough to drive you quite insane.
The poor bee in panic and fear
Will try to escape right out your ear
Or major surgery will be required
Which will make you very tired.
So avoid the trouble and strife
And let a bee get on with its life
Whenever wishing to smell the roses
Don’t let bees go up your noses.
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