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Apr 28
poem 1 comment challenge: Senses
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Gretta K

Too Much to Sense


One step,

The creak of the door as I step outside.

Another step,

The crunch of the gravel under my sole,

The whistle of a bird talking to his friend.

Another step,

The pattern of a duck’s tracks,

The sting of the light from the sun in my eye,

The smell of the fresh cut grass.

Another step,

The ringing sound of church bells as they take a while to fade out,

The salty taste of my sweat as it drips down my face,

The soft feeling of a dog’s fur as I reach down to pet it,

The sound of a zipper as I take off my sweater.

-Senses are so beautiful.

Step back,

Sound of a zipper,

Feeling of a dog’s fur,

Taste of sweat,

Sound of church bells.

Another step back,

Smell of grass,

Feeling of light,

Sight of tracks.

Another step back,

Sound of a bird,

Sound of gravel.

Another step back,

Sound of the door.

-Senses are so overwhelming.
 
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Posted: 04.28.19
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  1. joseph.deffner
    May 05, 2019

    Nicely done< Gretta. Did you know that they might publish it in the Valley News on Tuesday?

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