haiku

refinished table
turpentine and linseed oil
first day back at school

    Today's poem is another one that deals with the sense of smell.  Of all our senses, smell is the most important and is the first to develop, but it is the third most frequently written about right after sight and sound.  Can you guess which sense is the least written about?  It is taste.  Can you guess why this sense gets the least writing space?  
      Your poetry challenge for today is to write your own poem about the smells of Christmas for you.
Do you notice the scent of pine, apple cider, cinnamon, sugar cookies or fudge?  The holiday season is filled with wonderful aromas.  Pick one and shape your own poem.  Have fun writing.  


    

Your Eyes

Daddy says 

my eyes

are like melted chocolate

like ground cinnamon

like steaming pots of chili

like the soft brown of deer eyes.

He says my eyes

are deep and mysterious

like his and mama's

dark eyes.

So why do I love

your blue eyes?

Blue like clear skies

like a swimming pool

a lake, an ocean.

Deep blue like sapphires,

your eyes sparkle

they shine like dew

on Texas bluebonnets

that bloom in waves for spring.

I love your blue eyes;

they take me away

to distant places.

I wish they were mine.

      What color are your eyes?  Are they like your mom's or dad's eyes?  Think of all the wonderful things your eyes let you see.  Can you write a poem about eyes today?  Or, if you'd like, shut your eyes and then write a poem about the first thing you see when you open your eyes again.  Have fun.