This was written December 20th, 2025
First Impression
If a sense, never had before,
Suddenly, awakened so for,
A brief instant’s exposure,
To choose optimal pleasure,
Would you plead for subtle or,
With boldness shake to the core.
First vision for the blind,
Retina should I bind,
Point to the sky’s pure azure,
Or instead show dusk’s treasure,
Aurora Borealis,
Or perhaps Fireworks bliss.
Yet let’s not forget the deaf,
What should we think is their pref?
Poems on them would be lost,
Spoken language at a cost,
Heart beat, bird’s chirp or music,
Yet there’s Thunder, intrinsic.
What of one’s first aroma,
Maybe tomato roma,
Flower subtle yet pleasant,
Could be the perfect first scent,
Lest we forget shock and mark,
Left by a number 2’s bark.
What of a taste this mistress that,
Many of us does make fat.
Sweet or sour to address?
Opt for Indian boldness?
Maybe Japan’s subtlety?
Or could simply choose great tea.
Touch a bit more subtle yet,
Some of you lewd thoughts have met,
Others silk and cashmere think,
Perfect candidates to ink.
Yet to me simplicity,
Snow’s soft and cold it would be.
Let me add oh just one more,
Listen oh please I implore,
Gravity we also sense,
And this one could be so tense,
Free-fall could be a wild dance,
Yet it might be too intense.