Tag: sensory imagery
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The Frailty of Fog
Fog tiptoes softly over the hill,Draped in a gown of silver chill.It tastes like dew on a sleepy tongue,And hums where spiderwebs are strung.It curls through trees with feather-light feet,Cool as a ghost and faintly sweet.The sun gives chase with fingers of gold,And fog grows shy, no longer bold.One warm breath, one brightening glow—And off…
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The Smell of Brown
Brown smells like memory.Not the kindyou keep in photographs,but the kindthat lives in your handslong after you’ve washed them,that rises without warningwhen rain strikes old woodor autumn beginsits slow conversationwith the earth.Brown smells like dead leaves.Not dying—dead.Curled into themselves,soft with surrender,becoming the dark languageroots have always understood.Brown smells like bark,its rough skin carryingthe patience of…
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The Smell of Green
Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger itselfbegins to soften.Like cabbagemeeting…
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