Feel love, hatred, passion, pity, pain.
Feel the sky fall down upon you.
Feel fur, satin, silk, sorrow, strength.
Feel smoothness, movement, depression.
Feel innocence, insanity, anger, apathy.
Feel roughness, rage, cold and wet.
Feel courage, content, warmth, joy.
Feel heaven in a kiss.
See light, bright, dark, dull, soft, sharp, shadows.
See moon, see sun, see stars, sea and sky.
See black, blue, grey, green, yellow and orange.
See red, pink, purple, brown and white.
See things opaque, transparent, beautiful and ugly.
See a dream come true.
Hear loud, low, deep, sweet, soft, high sounds.
Hear things piercing or smooth and melodious.
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.
Smell newness, old mustiness, alcohol, ashes, oil.
Smell smoke, soap, sweat, salt, spring on its way.
Smell night, rain and paint, leather, cake, perfume.
Smell freedom in the fragrance from a flower.
Smell good, bad, baking bread, herbs and spices.
Smell faraway life on a light wind.
Taste bitterness, sweetness, richness, ripeness, rawness.
Taste tears, fears, hate, rage, revenge, spite, malice.
Taste charcoal, chocolate, salt, spice, savoury biscuits.
Taste joy, success, medicine, dust, filth and rot.
Taste nice things, bad things, strong aromas.
Taste sweetness in a breath of air.
Feeling like… Seeing like… Hearing like… Smelling like… Tasting is SENSING!
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.