Senses Treacherous

coffee tracks, fresh drops
brew memories over the brim
words in sweet, crooked wit
play echoes on the wall

Ocean of Senses

2 of 3 in the Jemverse ‘Ocean’ trilogy

Sensory perception
a fragrance on the breeze
Carried in the air across
the wild and raging seas
Heard and felt and witnessed
in my blood and in my bones
Appealing to my senses
and a love I’ve always known

Jasmine

Spend an evening in my garden
and I can guarantee you this
You’ll never want to leave again
for the fragrance here is bliss

Invigorating Spring – form poetry

Spring

is plentiful in

A life worth living

I might see a roaring wave
or a flower on the breeze
or a smile as something happens
or something brings me to my knees

I might feel a mountain
or a feather floating by
I might spill a thousand tears
as their beauty makes me cry

Irony

eyes made to see
itch ever to glimpse
yet can I see?

The Spirit

where eyes roll outward
the spirit gazes by mind

Sense of Truth

Glad, truth whispers
If it were loud
One would not attempt to hear

Making Sense of Senses

I am not
what you see
but to be seen
by eyes of thought