I lost the ability to smell years ago.
I miss the smell of strawberries.
like I miss my Grandma Emily.
I miss the smell of freshly baked bread
like I miss my childhood.
I miss the smell of Roses
like I miss how roses were once made for the eyes and the nose.
I miss the smell of dirt after a rain
like I miss growing up on a farm.
I need to take in a different breath in life.
I need to relearn to breathe.
I have learned with my eyes that I need to breathe only through my nose.
I have noticed that my sense of smell is returning
in just a little time I have started to be more mindful of how I breathe.
I never thought that breathing is a sense too.
I never thought that there is a right and wrong way to breathe.
Is there a more correct way to see, to hear, to touch, to taste, to move, to smell, to listen, to be?
Write a poem focusing on an experience through a sense other than vision – or a sense you don’t often use or ignore.
Contributed by Janette Rosebrook.