Well, in creative writing we had to do a sensory poem and relate ourselves to certain things through the five senses. I thought it was pretty neat. View table of contents...

Submitted: Jul 6, 2008    Reads: 30    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

If I were a sound, I’d be the whisper of the wind in the trees.

On the edge of consciousness and something greater,

Caressing your ears, and stirring in your mind.

 

If I were a color, I’d be twilight grey;

A disappearing shadow,

Child of the Fey.

 

If I were a smell, I’d be Confederate Jasmine;

Calm, comfortable, lovely,

Soothing your soul.

 

If I were a taste, I’d be the sea air;

Salty, cool, crisp,

The taste of freedom.

 

If I were a surface, I’d be a red dirt road;

Roughshod through the trees,

I give just enough to bear the weight of my soul.

 

I am not these;

Yet they are who I truly am.

Lover of the skies,

Daughter of the land.

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Comments:

Catherine

this is really beautiful:) I really like the last stanza... awesome job! :D

Posted: Jul 18, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks! I really felt this one. It's my mom's favorite out of all my poems. I can't wait until there's more of Sibling Rivalry for me to read! It's such a good story!

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