The Senses

To see beyond the pale
in the darkest dead of night

To touch what isn’t there
without the need of light

To taste a lover’s kiss
and never want another’s

To smell the sweetest rose
from memory, alone

To hear breath inside a whisper
and know that purest tone

Is poetry to satisfy the senses.


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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

16 thoughts on “The Senses”

  1. I AM now smelling the sweetest rose, from memory.

    Gorgeous poem, and everything about your blog, as usual.

    I must make you one of my sidebar link buttons soon! Yes, in the next few days.

  2. really this is lovely…love the conviction in the lines…purity/never want another….it is poetry….smiles.

  3. … to taste a lover’s kiss, and never want another’s … so sweet, so difficult … be well, beautiful friend of mine. Love, cat.

  4. Very nicely stated..
    You written a beautiful 55 in the form of a poem.
    You Day Dream AND Rock!!
    Thanks for playing, Thanks for counting, and have a Kick Ass Week End

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