Paul Celano

Rookie (04-26-82 / Michigan)

5 Senses Of Green - Poem by Paul Celano

I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay

I hear the forest sounds of life
I hear the croaking of a toad
I hear the loud shouting from strife
I hear the beeps of matrix code

I taste the bitter of a lime
I taste the freshness burn of mint
I taste the spicy dots of thyme
I taste sour that makes me squint

I smell aroma of cut pine
I smell rich potent olive oil
I smell young grapes throughout the vine
I smell aged food about to spoil

I feel roughness of lizard skin
I feel pain from a cactus thorn
I feel split pea soup down my chin
I feel sharpness from stalks of corn

Five senses of the color green
From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene

Comments about 5 Senses Of Green by Paul Celano

  • Linda Hepner (1/21/2009 1:49:00 PM)

    You had a good idea here, Paul! Did you mean the last word to be a pun or is it seen? I like the pleasant and unpleasant smells juxtaposed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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