Sensations: A Poem
Sensations of Delight
With great anticipation,
Hands upon the prize;
Grasping firmly, feel the shape.
Inhale the scent,
Gentle shake;
What wonders lie within,
Waiting to be unfurled?
Carefully break the seal,
Venture to open within.
Again, the scent, ah,
The scent, the memory.
Visual delights by the score,
So much wonder lies in store.
Feel the texture,
Smooth and slick.
Select carefully,
Choose the best.
Remove it from its lair,
Though loathe to use it.
Paper waits
To record the feelings
Pulled from life.
Is there any sensation
More memorable,
More capable of
Transporting us back to youth
Than a brand-new box of crayons?
© 2014 Liz Elias