My Senses; My Dreams
My dreams are the expression
of things I have experienced
nothing is new; often recent.
What remains or is renewed
again and again; is what I have
seen and loved.
Like the ocean visited yesterday.
I see waves gentle to my toes. Here
in my dream I smell the ocean;
I smell small fish and large
and the seaweed which has
its own happy spot down
the coast. I go there sometimes
to gather it, take it home for
the garden. I sense its richness
as I touch its slimy goodness.
I taste where my next meal
is coming from. This time
the land, the garden I spoke of.
Tomatoes, so rich from barrels
of seaweed sprinkled; a rich tea
of seaweed. I imagine I hear
the roses thanking me too. A
brush of a velvet petal to thank me.
Now we are back in the garden
hear the birds sing, hear the birds.
I heard them double, sensing they
too had been tickled by velvet,
rose petals touching my dreams.
I hear them as I heard other birds
Dipping and diving over those
seaweed beds. No wonder that
now in my dream I have become
a mermaid for the night. I see
the waves tickle her toes. I am
two things at once, seeing,
smelling, touching, tasting. I hear
both of us, the world of my
day and night.
Benita Kape © 26.4.2018
And now for our prompt (optional as always). Taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.