Nonsense Senses

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #257 – “In a Twisted Sense”
“We rely on our five senses (six, if you count “common”) every day. And through sight, sound, taste, touch and smell (sometimes, common), we navigate from sun up to sun down.

We’re going to twist the sensations in an uncommon way. For example, take a smell or aroma and write it as if you can see it, or taste it, or feel… you get it. The feel of sight. The taste of a tactile meander. Even the absurdity of common sense can be conveyed in poetic ways. Give it a twist and write a different bit o’sense.”

A touch of velvet–
scent of a little
girl’s hair, baby
-shampooed, gathered
in a bow.

A whiff of pine plants
a fir tree in my sight.
The tree is standing
in the living room;
it must be Christmas.

My eye spies a pale
moon, a lemon drop
on my tongue that
starts off full
and tart, and ends
in a nearly clear sliver.

There is a squawking
gull. My lips are cold
and salty, a seaweed
scent as green swimmers
slide along the ocean
floor.

Yellow squiggle monsters
shake, eluding my grasp,
then breaking into bits
in my mouth. The movement
and giggle can only belong
to lemon jello.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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