Sensuality!

Feel!
Feel love, hatred, passion, pity, pain.
Feel the sky fall down upon you.
Feel fear.
Feel fur, satin, silk, sorrow, strength.
Feel smoothness, movement, depression.
Feel evil.
Feel innocence, insanity, anger, apathy.
Feel roughness, rage, cold and wet.
Feel good.
Feel courage, content, warmth, joy.
Feel heaven in a kiss.
Feeling like…

See!
See light, bright, dark, dull, soft, sharp, shadows.
See moon, see sun, see stars, sea and sky.
See life.
See black, blue, grey, green, yellow and orange.
See red, pink, purple, brown and white.
See colours.
See things opaque, transparent, beautiful and ugly.
See a dream come true.
Seeing like…

Hear!
Hear loud, low, deep, sweet, soft, high sounds.
Hear things piercing or smooth and melodious.
Hear bells.
Hear birds, bombs explode, cries for help, pins drop.
Hear whispered words, crackling, scratching, a crash.
Hear a scream.
Hear a sigh, silence, crickets, music, surf.
Hear the wind’s voice whispering.
Hearing like…

Smell!
Smell newness, old mustiness, alcohol, ashes, oil.
Smell smoke, soap, sweat, salt, spring on its way.
Smell earth.
Smell night, rain and paint, leather, cake, perfume.
Smell freedom in the fragrance from a flower.
Smell death.
Smell good, bad, baking bread, herbs and spices.
Smell faraway life on a light wind.
Smelling like…

Taste!
Taste bitterness, sweetness, richness, ripeness, rawness.
Taste tears, fears, hate, rage, revenge, spite, malice.
Taste jealousy.
Taste charcoal, chocolate, salt, spice, savoury biscuits.
Taste joy, success, medicine, dust, filth and rot.
Taste blood.
Taste nice things, bad things, strong aromas.
Taste sweetness in a breath of air.
Tasting like…

Feeling like… Seeing like… Hearing like… Smelling like… Tasting is SENSING!

Sensuality!

pashbandit

Wagga Wagga, Australia

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Artist's Description

This was an English assignment about senses and sensuality from 9th grade. I ‘found’ it when my parents moved house. When I say ‘found’ I really mean it was deposited on my doorstep amongst a variety of things I had unwittingly left behind. I like the visual mental tapestry the poem creates when I read it, and my thoughts are different each time I go back over the words.

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