Sensory essence
An intimate experience
Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses.
Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975
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I am thankful for the unknown as I explore new surroundings.
Finally, alone, I celebrate the comfort of the serenity of solitude.
Cool, thick, heavy raindrops distract me from my mindful footfalls.
I capture moments of the glistening silver and relish beatitude.
And now is the time, with sweet relief, to savour sublime earthbound renewal.
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Per line: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell.
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This is my my third entry for this Challenge:
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Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975
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You may like to read my first entry into the ‘Sensational II’ Challenge:
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You may like to read my second entry into the ‘Sensational II’ Challenge: (Note: Top Story October 2024 - Poets)
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You may like to read my entry into the original ‘Sensational’ Challenge:
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About the Creator
Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Comments (12)
Love the simplicity here, Pauline. As well as your atmospheric chosen images! ☺️
This is so refreshing and serene! I could feel those cool, heavy raindrops so vividly <3
Nice serene poem. I wish they included the other three senses- proprioception, vesicular and interception
There is such a peaceful feel to this, your words flowed trough every line. I like the delocate touch of adding the word 'Finally" in this sentance it cahnges the entire structure. 'Finally, alone, I celebrate the comfort of the serenity of solitue.'
love this
Love this, and I love the quote you led with. Poetry is the effort, I suppose ☺
Love love the imagery in this poem
Such a peaceful quality to this piece. Thank you for sharing it
Some wonderful thoughts and the initial quote set the scene for your poem perfectly
Gosh, this was so stunning and your imageries were so vivid and gorgeous! Loved your poem so much Pauline!
Good job!
This is a lovely piece. Well done.