About senses. I have been in an angst trying to release my creativity, but nothing has been working. I exploded yesterday and drew an Iris flower. Today I was listening to classic instrumental music, and this is what came of it. View table of contents...

Submitted: Aug 8, 2008    Reads: 58    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Soft gentle breeze flows through my soul as a caress

Notes play against my beating heart rhythmically

Calm sets on my mind solemnly

Warmth engulfs my body briskly

Bee hive honey seeps down my tongue slowly

Hot tears stream down my cheeks unnoticed

Weight fills my vessel reluctantly

Dancing blades of grass tickle my skin delighted

Wind whispers in my ears gracefully

Fragrances of flowers cling to my nose permeating

And the blinding sun captivates my eyes, striking my sight

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Justlaugh

Great job! I'd really appreciate your thoughts on my new poem: Last Flight! Please! Thanks!

Posted: Aug 8, 2008

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Thank you, and I will.

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