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30 Nov 2015
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Sensing You

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Winter, tasting snowflakes fall upon my face

Summer, watching the sun’s wonder and its grace

Spring, smelling the red sweet rose in the breeze

Fall, hearing the swaying of falling leaves

Touching Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall

You are my constant love throughout it all

Carisa Adrienne

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97 thoughts on “Sensing You”

  3. Heartafire on said:

    Such beautiful words, one of my favorite songs by the Beatles, what’s not to love about this!

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  4. rachel on said:

    ❤️

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  5. Nimmi on said:

    Wow!! So beautiful words and pictures!! 🙂

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  6. thelonelyauthorblog on said:

    Beautifully written. Love the last line. So fitting for this piece.

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  7. Wet Bliss on said:

    You covered all five nicely in this one. 😉

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  8. Eric on said:

    Beautifully done, Carisa. ❤ you’re such a wonderful Poetess!

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  9. Casey Michael on said:

    You amaze me. The vision you have to tie everything together is fantastic. This is another great job!

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  11. meganmilesauthor on said:

    Gorgeous imagery in this poem. Nicely done, Carisa!

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  12. Jennifer Calvert on said:

    Aww ❤️ stunning!

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  13. Erika Kind on said:

    That is so sweet! Like a butterfly you send out to sprinkle love dust to this particular person! So beautiful, Carisa💖

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  14. The V-Pub on said:

    Very nice, Carisa!! Each season bringing on a subtle nuance that is appreciated and savored!

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  15. el Zaphod on said:

    awww 🙂
    I feel like i just got courted 😀

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  16. Amitav Chowdhury on said:

    This is a fabulous write, Carisa. ♥ 🙂

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  17. persoinpoesia2015 on said:

    the sweetness of memories that leave us yearning for more seasons in love. very beautiful Carisa.

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  18. Rita on said:

    Oh, I love this Carisa. It’s beautiful and so loving.

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  19. Darshith Badiyani on said:

    Carisa, I so love this theme and the seasonal post 😀

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  20. Poet Rummager on said:

    Melodic with such charming imagery — makes me want to eat chocolates and snuggle with my love! Bravo, Carisa!!

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  21. poet NbJ on said:

    Quite lovely. Only song I enjoy by Mopheads 🙂

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  22. Kabir Malik on said:

    wow! This struck right inside my Heart, Carisa 🙂
    Brilliant, soulful, thoughtful, awesome, everything.

    And, hey.. I mailed you once or twice. How are you dear?
    Also, Today is my Birthday :’D
    Yayyyy !!!!

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  23. dougstuber on said:

    Status Quo
    FEBRUARY 4, 2015 / DOUGSTUBER / EDIT
    Untitled We are all humans .

    There is no doubt, even though this poem is 16 years old, the this type of problem

    is now a lot worse than back then.

    Status Quo

    For now the streets are cluttered:

    The poor kill off the poor,

    But this won’t last forever

    If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

    Guns for sale in neighborhoods

    Where crime is the only living

    Quarts and vials and bullets

    Take without ever giving.

    “Innocent” bystanders

    Are the ones to blame.

    Standing by in times like these

    Leaves everything the same.

    The quo goes “living standards

    Will be on the decline.”

    While multi-national barons

    Continue their money climb.

    No chums around a fireplace

    When you can’t pay the bills.

    While money-man is traveling

    In search of bigger thrills.

    Sooner rather than later

    The poor will raise their arms.

    Replacing all the suited men

    Regardless of the harm.

    The system as we know it’

    Is fading thanks to this:

    The greedy haven’t realized

    Their life ain’t worth a piss.

    The ticking clock inside the bomb

    Has passed the witching hour.

    There is little hope for most,

    So when will freedom flower?

    It will when people with the time

    Turn to lend a hand,

    It will when greedy governors

    Give back a hunk of land

    The quo has made it possible

    For us to live like rats.

    Your life to them means nothing

    You could end up a stat.

    As the status quo gets worse

    Violence rules the day.

    We better help each other now.

    Let us pray.

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  24. linorobles on said:

    Im FEELING that..👏

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  25. dougstuber on said:

    Your passion makes me want to leave another poem for this exact post.

    So here you go, and more on theme this time I hope.

    Bright eyes dig up a question from generations ago:
    You want to know why the wind blew us
    Together, how our sons will grow, when we will
    Meet again, where will we be as one again?
    Training gives you the desire to examine cause and
    Effect. Experiences about as wide apart as possible
    Come at us, yet we harmonize, learn each other’s secrets,
    Give what we know the other will love, provide
    Sanctuary in a world spinning out of control for so
    Many. This I offer to distinguish myself from regular
    Men, be they handsome or young: a complete heart
    With continued support, undying gratitude, massage
    Therapy, attempts at cooking, quite a way with words.
    I expect you to smile when we chat, remain a solid
    Force, a muse for my art, the reason I will always
    Yearn for more, forever the target of happy life,
    Memories (plans?) and a fresh heart, made whole
    By the time we spent sincerely swirled, sufficiently
    Molded to continually receive jolts of good news,
    Connected forever by this love, complex, alive, strong.

    And to answer the question, no I don’t leave poems willy-nilly, but only in the case of affectionate connection. Usually are close philosophical match is required. An emotional match also can trigger the “Send-a-poem” response.

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  26. desertmoon62 on said:

    sigh 💜 this…

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