
Emotional Abstract
I see the colors and the shades and the lights, ever changing.
I listen to the music of the wind, the plants, the animals, the things,
as we all put our notes into the infinite orchestra.
I smell the pain of burnt toast and the joy of ripe bananas.
I taste the danger of rotten fruit and the pleasure of pumpkin pancakes.
I touch the textures of wool and cotton and silk and satin
compared to the sand and the dirt and the dust.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.


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