The Senses

Yay! I’m carrying on the poems and rhymes for poetry month. This next poem isn’t meant to mean really anything. I just started with the sound of bells and when I think bells I think of a church. So, that’s how I ended writing a poem about church. I’m being serious here, there’s no meaning to it. I just wrote and ended up with this. I hope someone likes it. Whenever I write about religion I’m always nervous about accidentally offending someone. Please don’t be mad if that’s the case :(

 

Hear the bell ding

Watch the choir sing

Smell old moth balls

Walk the long dark halls

Hear the sermon sound

Watch the tight fist pound

Smell the musty wood

Go to where he stood

Hear the people chant

Watch the joy they grant

Smell the tears that roll

Seek to cleanse the soul

Hear the joyous cry of amen

Watch empty pews where they’d been

Smell the sense of relief

Bask in constant belief

Hear the bread break

Watch them cut cake

Smell the coffee bitter

Walk to join the twitter

Hear the old door close

Watch them end their throes

Smell the blowing fresh air

Find your happiness there

(201 words)