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Aug 05, 2011
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OF THE SENSES
Some eyes grow dim with age
And so with what they perceive
Analyze carefully what you see
Deception lurks around with illusion
The nose is nuptial to smell
Polygamous in types and kinds
Nasal hairs filter, smell selected
Confused with taste at times
The tongue takes a lick with a tang
Between the bitter and the sweet
A taste measured by its worth
Safety sew up, in time of need
Without the ear, sound is nothing
It calls the creatures to balance
Believe not all you hear from men
Some people speak in opposites
Touch not, that which is extreme
Between the hot and the cold
Comfort zones lie in the middle
And such is the way with life
About This Poem
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Candlewitch
13 years 6 months ago
Hello,
Good title and subject matter! I enjoyed these lines:
Without the ear, sound is nothing
It calls the creatures to balance
Believe not all you hear from men
Some people speak in opposites
always, Cat
t. reflexion
13 years 6 months ago
Thank you…
and best wishes