I see you.
At the end of a long, darkened corridor, barely visible in the distance.
I see your eyes.
There’s a sparkle of recognition in their milk chocolate hue,
that fades to amber as you catch me looking, searching,
longing for you to step into the light.
You see me.
You see the want in my eyes, the need in my soul,
but you give me no more than a fleeting glimpse,
as you fade into the dim.
I hear you.
In mumbled murmurs, you call me from afar.
I hear your familiar voice, and it gives me comfort,
as you whisper sweet nothings in my ears.
Did you hear me?
Did my loving words of welcome and gratitude dissuade you,
or did I scare you off with my insecurity?
I scream for you; I beg you not to leave.
But you are deaf to my pleas,
as you run into the silent vacuum of nothingness.
I smell you.
Your calming scent fills the home of my mind,
like lilacs fill the cool Spring air.
Floating on the breeze, flooding me with inspiration.
I inhale your sweet, floral essence,
until I am surrounded by, inundated by, your beauty.
But then, like those spring lilacs, you dry up and fade away.
You dwindle from the branches of my mind,
until there’s nothing left,
but dried fragments floating on the breeze.
I taste you.
Sweet as the juice from summer ripe strawberries.
Dripping down my chin,
as the slathering of whipped cream tickles my nose.
Savory as the herb and garlic chicken,
slowly searing on the grill.
Can you feel my hunger,
as you steal my plate away after just one bite,
leaving me hungry and wanting for more,
begging for one more taste of you?
I can’t touch you.
Even when you’re standing right in front of me.
Even as you’re listening to my thoughts.
Even though you’re wearing the most inviting perfume.
I can’t touch you.
Even when you lay yourself down in a mouthwatering buffet.
Every time I reach for you, every time I try,
You slither away. You stay silent. You fade. You rot.
Always out of reach, forever on my mind.
Why have you abandoned me, my sweet sensory poem?
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Now that is a finely crafted piece of poetry. Almost overwhelming expression of the whole of sensorial experience as a fleeting lover.
This is beautiful, Cathy.
Did not expect that ending, this was really wonderfully done. Not enough time to read all the great stuff here. SIGH! We can only try our best. Beautiful stuff.
Cathy, this is DIVINE!! 😍🥹❤️ Oh my goodness. I don't even know where to begin. You descriptions are heavenly and the concept here is sooooo emotional. My heartstrings were pulled. There are so many gorgeous, captivating lines in here. ❤️ What a glorious sensory poem! 😍❤️❤️
This poem is captivating . Enjoyed
As I began reading this I thought, "But every time I think you're looking at me, it turns out it was someone else nearby. And every time I think you're listening to me, it turns out you have earbuds in your ears. And every time I think you seem to want to catch a whiff, or taste, or touch of me, it's something else entirely that has enflamed your palate." Turns out I was right. It was your sensory poem you were after, lol.
I love the twist at the end. You had me hooked and kept me guessing what/who you were describing
Great writing!!❤️
Very good!
Ah! I was expecting a different ending. Well done!!!
Very nice
🥹 wowza.
Beautiful cathy
This was so mesmerising! I felt everything here!
Enticing piece 😉❤️✨
Tantalizing and beautifully written Cathy 🥰
What a beautiful way to involve all of our senses.I alwAys thought of you as a story teller and realize you are, you can do it in short stories or prose.
Great idea, really well executed. Stories within stories within stories come out in this one. A top story in 5...4...3...2...1...
Immersive from beginning to end, I could feel every part of this. I loved this line especially, 'Your calming scent fills the home of my mind.' What a beautiful thought. Loved it, my friend. Truly masterful.
I love the way that you touch on all the senses and the effects that they have on you
Perfect descriptive sensory poem!!! Love this!!!💖💖💕
This was brilliant! No surprise
You have created a poem that consumes itself!! Amazing. Sensory poetry101!
An immensely surreal poem!!
This is incredibly good! Nicely done!