Thanks to Suzanne Olivante for the image prompt.

For today’s prompt, write a senses poem. That is, write a poem that uses one or more of your senses. Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, or even a sixth sense. Focus in on one of them or try to incorporate them all.



The green of a mown lawn
in summer calms some people.
The incessant hum of a city
at night excites others.
For me the musty smell
of old books both soothes
and invigorates.

Turn me loose in a library
or used book store
and I’ll be contented
for days. I’ll wander
the stacks looking
for old friends
and making new ones.
Caress the dark leather bindings.
Open the ancient tomes,
brittle pages scratching.
Dust sneezes and paper cuts
are the price of admission
to our past

because there is still no better way
to record a man’s thoughts
than the printed word.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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