I see through poet’s eyes
life recorded in metaphor
ideas dancing with possibilities.
I hear through poet’s ears
the humming of memory
the clatter of change
the sibilance of serenity
I touch through poet’s hands
hard thoughts,
rough realities,
soft dreams.
I smell through a poet’s nose
freshly mown hay of a summer day
leaves burning in an autumn evening
I taste through a poet’s tongue
the sourness of betrayals
the sweetness of hope
The poet has an infinity of senses
that reach into history
and unravel mysteries.
Shawn L. Bird 
your senses seem to be extraordinarily sensitive,
can you feel something more out there
from within inside i wonder …..
do you have some kind of antenna perhaps,
is there possibly more than what seems to be the ordinary ….
just wondering aloud, really like this piece of yours ….. :O)
Jimi
🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Jimi.
Love this!
Thanks, Josh!
being so in tune with the surroundings
can beat ignorance in a heartbeat ….. yeah ?
Jimi
🙂
The poet has an infinity of senses
that reach into history
and unravel mysteries .. how so very cool 🙂
True, though!
(I definitely over-use that history/mystery rhyme, but it’s such a good one!) 😉