HAYLEY DAY POETRY
I love the sound of The autumn rain, trickling down the window pane.
I love the sound of my favourite song, to which I frequently sing along.
I love the sound of footsteps on the ground, thus my orientation can be found.
I love the sound of the bustling town, I feel alive, smile not frown.
I love the sound of the birdsong at dawn, I wake with a smile and a stretch and a yawn.
I love the smell of the sweet pink rose, its exquisite scent occupies my nose.
I love the smell of fresh home-made bread, a simple feast prepares me for the day ahead.
I love the smell of the supermarket aisles, often it seems, we peruse for miles.
I love the smell of the newly mown grass, it reminds me of picnics and fun of yesteryear as a lass.
I love the smell of fragrances so fine, olfaction so heightened, I know which is mine.
I love to touch my dog’s soft fur, I know the pleasure it gives her.
I love to touch the crisp white snow, it unveils memories from long ago.
I love to touch the smooth flat stone, I feel safe, calm, and grounded when alone.
I love to touch the cotton sheets, that I lay between when I am in sleep.
I love to touch my baby’s soft skin, tickle her cheeks, nose and chin.
I love the taste of fine red wine, the infusion is warm, oh so divine.
I love the taste of spicy dishes, a holiday in Mexico is one of my wishes.
I love the taste of chocolate so rich, but it makes me gain weight, oh, what a bitch!
I love the taste of real lemonade, sharp and yet sweet, preferably home-made.
I love the taste of strawberries so sweet, an indulgent taste, nothing can beat.
I am able to see the world go by, scenes observed through my inner eye.
I am able to see with my ears,fingers and nose, this is normal for me now, as it goes.
I am able to see in my imagination, this gives me a sense of vision sensation.
I am able to see that life is worth living, through adapting, accepting, and not giving in.
I am able to see the funny side of life, this mechanism of defence eases the burden of strife