“Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. So, for example, your poem could carefully describe the smell of something, the taste of something, and the sound of something. It might be helpful to pick things you have actually encountered during your day: a cup of coffee at the office (“burnt, flat, and joylessly acrid”), or a hyacinth in the neighobr’s yard (“riotously curled petals shading violet-lavender-white, against the dark-green glossy-smooth leaves”).”
After two days of fasting,
every food I try tastes strangely dull on my tongue.
But music sounds deeper and sweeter,
and the sky outside my window is the perfect blue seen only in spring.
And I think, soon enough, all the flavors will come bursting back to full life.