It has the smell of a ripe tomato or a rotted prune. The taste is strong and sour like a lemon. The sound of traffic makes me think of poetry. Poetry looks like a brand new book that was not opened but will soon be read. Poetry is inside us and brings out the creativity within.
Poetry looks like a person who is happy.
Poetry smells like being refreshed and smooth like snuggles. Poetry tastes like fresh air. Poetry feels like telling all your feelings without being scared or afraid. Poetry smells like the Downy mixed with the curve of my clothes. Poetry tastes like curry goat, rice and peas that I'm going to rip up tonight.