Below is a poem that I wrote about a year ago. Following the original is a revision that I just made for submission to Blue Mountain Arts. The original was way too short for the greeting card market. I was inspired to do a whole senses theme...
Original:
saturday sounds like
the absence of an alarm
instead
playful puppy whimpers
commence the day
bare toes
on carpet
offer comfort
to our souls
Revised:
Saturday sounds like
the absence of an alarm.
Instead, playful puppy whimpers
commence the day.
Saturday feels like
bare toes on carpet.
Ten dancers, ten dreamers,
reveling in the sand.
Saturday tastes like
coffee, banana pancakes.
Slow meals inspire us
to savor simplicity.
Saturday smells like
fabric softener, fresh cut grass.
We catch it as it floats
through an open window.
Saturday looks like
a black and white photograph.
A depiction of love
preserved in glass.
Our senses seduce our minds,
allow us to leave behind
the week before,
to ignore the week ahead
so that we can just be,
you
me
we.
1 comment:
love it! I wish I could slow down and enjoy my saturdays more. Right now they're just like any other day of the week!
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