Sense Poems

kitchen

I see the dark wooden floor



kitchen

I feel the cold from the fan



kitchen

I smell the herbs in the pantry




kitchen

I hear the sound of a knife chopping some lettuce



kitchen

I taste the chocolate that was in the pantry



beach

I see the cool blue ocean



beach

I feel the soft sand beneath my feet



beach

I smell the salty breeze



beach

I hear the deep rumble of the ocean



beach

I taste the sand that flew into my mouth



bedroom

I see the cup of water by my bed



bedroom

I feel the soft carpet beneath my feet



bedroom

I smell the familiar smell of Cookie



bedroom

I hear the sound of Cookie sliding across the floor



bedroom

I taste my hidden stash of lollies



books

I see the faded pages of my books I feel hardcover



books

I feel the  hardcover



books

I  smell the dusty old paper



books

I  hear the sound of the paper flapping in the wind



books

I  taste the pice of the plastic that I was chewing