Sensory perception everywhere, each
Day I wake with a need to seek, like an addict,
The sights, sounds, taste and touch that tantalise,
High and happy, I reach for more, and more.
Physical beauty, let me feast with shallow eyes open you,
Soft skin, let me lay these greedy hands all over you,
Fruits, spices, fish and succulent meats, let me gorge myself with you,
Fresh flowers, let your fragrance carry me away.
Suddenly darkness comes, alone, I am without you,
Nothing to see or touch, skies became grey above,
Sensory pleasure has abandoned me, betrayed by my reliance,
I’m beyond empty, withdrawal; the pain that remains.
I realise now that unchecked sensory pleasure results in pain,
Instead I stay with the ever present breathe; a simple pleasure that in its essence is me.
the last day of bloggingu writing201 poetry, today we had the prompt word pleasure, using sonnet and apostrophe. I had great intentions to write a perfect sonnet but after two weeks of poetry I’m ran out of steam so this is a rough attempt to something close.
the picture is from shinjuku gardens in tokyo this spring; I thought of it related to touch.
One reply on “Sense perceptions, writing 201 poetry ‘pleasure’”
So many pleasures but the best is breath! Very good!
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