I see many different faces
As they pass me in the street;
And some smiles upon the faces
Of the people whom I meet.
I can hear the rumbling traffic
As it slowly passes by
And from down inside a pushchair
I now hear a toddler cry.
I feel lost beside the thousands
Who surge through the shopping mall,
With the constant noise of voices
As they chat or sometimes bawl.
I smell coffee in the café
And the smell of . . . .
ooooh!steak and chips - mmm
But the taste which I love most of all
Is when they reach my lips.
Copyright on all my poems
So write down or discuss all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes which you have experienced today. Pershap you can add "touch" too.
Do you recognize the metre I've used in my poem? Anapaestic heptameter.
Don't you think that when you are walking through the city, you need a nice walking paced metre for your poem? Yes, of course you do! Josie