Oh Captian, my Captain!

Embarrassing confession: In college I would sometimes be so inspired during a class that I would cry. It's true. I took an English class on Milton from a famous southern author and on the first day he asked us to give some examples of poetry. At first everyone was quiet, but gradually people began spontaneously reciting nursery rhymes, song lyrics, Canterbury Tales, basically any form of poetry they could think of. A girl from my freshman dorm busted out some Ani DiFranco:

I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands

Sniff. It was so perfect! Just like something out of Dead Poet's Society!

Another time, in an Art History class, the professor told us that the sculptor Claes Oldenburg once said that art is "the click of the stick of a blind man's cane on the pavement". That phrase must run through my head several times a week- I just love it. (And we're not going to talk about how I just googled it and it turns out the quote is not exactly what I thought it was.) So, in the spirit of everyday life being art, I made up a new tag- you describe the present day with at least one sentence using each of your five senses and you end up with a cool poem. Here's mine that I wrote today:

Today sounded like the clinking of a grocery cart rattling across the parking lot.
Smelled like sweaty running clothes worn until two in the afternoon.
Tasted like shredded wheat with blackberries and sugar on top.
Sounded like baby squeaks and the dog slurping water from his bowl and legos snapping together.
And felt like the crunch of a cheerio beneath my bare foot on the kitchen floor.

You're all tagged- and you don't have to stick to my format or limit yourself to one sentence per sense. I can't wait to read the posts!