Writing Prompt

Sound is a gift a special sense That allows us to connect to feel immense We can experience the world around Just by listening to the sound The laughter of a child so pure and bright The waves crashing onto the shore at night Birds chirping at the crack of dawn A gentle breeze ruffling leaves in the early morn The sound of music that stirs the heart Feeding the soul that’s been torn apart Whispered words of love and care Telling you someone is always there Hearing can go beyond just sound It is full of emotion and stories abound The cries of sorrow and sobs of pain All of the memories that still remain We must cherish this gift of noise For it is meant for us to enjoy This symphony of life’s grand play Let the sound lead the way.

Colours melt and molde, Into something to uphold. Bursts of yellow, shining bright, Swaths of blue, dark as night. Patterns of purple, swaying happily along, Strokes of orange, repeating danger’s thrilling song. Dots of red, for every misfortune shed, Drops of black, dreams that ended up dead. Splatters of green, showing the forest’s size, Puddles of pink, the heart is the prize. Colours arch across the sky, Like paint on a canvas, choose your favourite dye. With things like these, it’s no wonder why, Wondrous sights seen through your eye. Changes your perspective of life, Look for where colours thrive. (I didn’t want to lose my streak.)

Touch and feel the water on your skin Feel it cascade over your body like a great big slippery paw massaging your entire being Release your worries and entrust your life to the humble bubble of this great body of water as each droplet soothes your skin Close your eyes and let your body sink deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of this refreshing substance Forget yourself as the water opens your pores and tingles the hairs of your body, enticing your senses

The clouds are capturing the light, The garden that surrounds me is green and vibrant, The cars parked are covered by little droplets of rain, The ground is clean, but worn. The lights are dim, but noticeable. My clothes feel fitted onto my body. My hair is tightly pulled back out of my face. My bracelets are slightly too tight on my wrist. My socks are on perfectly, just how I need them. I can hear the birds chirping, The rustling of the trees with the wind, The crisp sound of airplanes cutting through the air. The aroma of the rain on the pavement is overwhelming. The fresh cut grass is filling the air. The taste of the coffee is calming my senses, Everything is okay.

Feeling the flowers reach From my lungs to my throat I realize my time is up My eyes squint At the blinding sun As its rays peek through the trees The boy I love runs to my side His cries of desperation echoing in my ears Cradling my limp body in his arms A rose reaches out of my throat And blooms from my lips Its thorns prickling my tongue Death stands over me, waiting And I close my eyes Willing to succumb to him

Faint, like that of a butterflies wings as it sucks nectar from a flower. Thrumming of electrical wires running energy and power throughout the house. The noises of living life are all around. In the chirp of cicadas at night and the robust hum of garbage trucks in the morning. If you let the external sounds drop off, you will hear the resonance of yourself. The beating of your heart. The AC kicks on in the house as the wind makes the chimes sing outside. Where the birds cry in trees and leaves race against the ground. Reverberations of life: living.

Flowers in a meadow bring sweet perfumes to the air. Just as chocolate does to a dinner party and antiseptic to an operating room. A certain smell will take you back to when you were young But never able to express it to another. Wishing you could bottle it Preserve the memory. Keeping it fresh in your mind as a time machine to your past. Laying next to your sleeping dog, take a whiff. Coffee brewing in the morning and cooking dinner in the evening. Soak up the memories of these aromas.

I prefer physical touch, It’s my love language. In my eyes we can love easier I can know you love me by holding me Especially in the winter. I love physical touch and I want you to as well. I love you with my heart and soul. (To my fictional characters)

From the sensitive tips of fingers and toes To the inner arm and under knees. Touch is love is comfort and vulnerability. You are sensing the world around you In this very moment your body recognizes the pressure at your back as a hand of a loved one, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as a thrilling chill rushes through you. Nerve endings always processing while you go about your daily life Interacting with the wind blowing your hair and the rain pelting your skin.

Thoughts of food boggle the mind And make the mouth watery for it. Just a taste. A crumb, perhaps. Sour, sweet, bitter, salty, savory The apex of worlds colliding together in the kitchen to build an experience that transcends the tastebud’s ability to perform. Creams and crusts take you across the world along with tender juices from meats of all regions. Without having to travel, You are able to encounter the entire world through foods and their crisp tastes Causing your mouth to bloom with flavors.