A friend of mine is struggling so I am writing this post for him. What he loved before is hurting him, and he can not see what to love beyond this one love that he loves. He even has people that love him so much, but he still can’t see the next thing to love over the horizon. I dedicate this post to him and anyone struggling to never stop looking for something to love. No matter how ridiculous it may seem to the rest of the world love what you love. Find love in something. We love people, but as the saying goes you never want to invest all your love into just a person it is too suffocating, so find something else to love along with them.
Love changes sometimes you need to give up that first thing you loved for something else.
This post besides being about finding something to love is about the senses in poetry, because part of love is the opening of the senses. Smelling a wonderful floral scent in a home can awaken the mind to happiness and freedom. Touching someones skin and giving a hug just feel and sense that closeness with another human being. You have to be ready to accept it.
Putting that wonderful wine to your lips and taking a small sip and identifying the different flavors is amazing and wonderful.
Seeing someone’s handsome face, or beautiful face, a beautifully designed chair, lamp, or painting also opens the senses to another realm.
Listening to music can make the mind travel to heights nothing else can drive you too. Birds chirping, the breeze blowing, so many sounds must be heard to continue to be happy and love.
I’m going to try my hand at a poem with the five senses.
Love and Senses
Let me look for love,
I have been bound by hands of personal binding
for too long, I made my mistakes, apologized,
and it is time to be free.
The floral scent of happiness slumbers within me,
and me and the outside world do our best to wake her.
It is time.
My tongue tastes the wonders of the fruit and the drink
of sweet contentedness and quiet adventure.
Reiki can help set me free reminding me of that
which flows underneath like a spring.
I don’t have to wait for someone else
to put a goblet underneath in order to make the spring flow, no.
I have the power to move and touch the trickle
and realize the moments of stream to flood
and swim in between.
There is always something to love.
So that is a little poem using the sense. The senses are so important in poems because they are easy to relate to. Try your hand at sense in your poem. Oscillate between the abstract ideas and concrete ones so the reader is aware of what you are writing about. Being as clear as you can in writing is important, but being true to yourself is necessary too.
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