Mindfulness Poetry

Sound - Clock

To look upon a rhythmic clock
with it's gentle tic
see the hand move slowly round
red against the white

black with silver attributes
seconds getting stuck
90 seconds to the minute
with how often that it stops

yet that gentle ticking
not annoying though it seems
kind of calming and consistent
reminding me to breathe

in for 3, hold for 2
out again for 5
times of no importance
while the seconds tick on by

times new roman numbers
asking is every clock a quartz?
second hand still getting stuck
not always the same spot

counting every second
never does it quit
calming, but not frustrating
with its gentle tick

Sound - Birds

Close your eyes and listen
what is it you hear?
Birds outside just tweeting
flying through mid air

think that one little bird
calling for its friends
that it wants some company
or perhaps to lay its eggs

think of that little sparrow
landing on the branch
feeding worms to its babies
warm beneath its wings

hear the gentle chirping
amidst the noise upon the road
wonder what the sounds mean
pitch both high and low

hear the gentle reply
no squark or violent shriek
the gentle voice of a sparrow
flying ever free

talking to its neighbours
fellowship mid air
the wind beneath their gentle wings
sound to show what's there

Sight - A book

See the book within your hands
The hardness of the cover
Notice the simplicity
Of children merrily

All the weathered pages
From yellow into brown
Glue from binding worn
Sections falling out

Gentleness is called for
When handling this book
Awfully fragile
Yet to you it means the world

Notice all the pictures
Drawn so delicately
Words don't fill a page
Verses 1, 2, 3

Robert Louis Stevenson
A child's poetry
1968
49 years old

Yet so very precious
Words upon a page
Old as it may be
Yours, now, always

Taste - Coffee

coffee, it ignites the senses
nothing bitter, not too sweet
smell the rich aroma
of the morning coffee drink

feel the warmth in your hands
liquid down your throat
curved edge upon your lips
coffee, in this moment

let it sit upon your tongue
taste the richness of the brew
feel the warmth within your mouth
smell the pleasantness of home

smell the hint of coffee beans
breathe into your lungs
let the smell surround you
the taste upon your tongue

the warmth slowly fading
as the air creeps on in
still however pleasant
as you slowly drink it in

feel the cup within your hands
smooth within your grasp
sit within this moment
with your coffee at last

Feel - Phones

See your phone within your hand
feel the texture of the surface
maybe smooth maybe rough
with buttons or without

feel the smoothness of the screen
although it may be scratched
The charger port on the edge
somewhere to plug it in

feel in vibrate in your pocket
intermittently
the screen flashes on and off
somebody is ringing

to suddenly stop again
after a few more rings
you press the button, tap the screen
the screen against your cheek

returning to your pocket
the smoothness of the edge
sliding ever gently
never falling through

until once more it calls again
you feel it against your body
waiting there patiently
Until once more it rings

@Psalm139

All of those poems are so wonderful, meaningful, mindful..! I'm amazed! The titles of each poem are perfect too! It highlights which sense of our body we are using to relate to each poem! Thank you so much for sharing them here! Did you write all that by yourself?

Smell - Ocean

Smell the ocean in the air
salt within the breeze
Fresh but also musky
water lapping freely

the ages of the rocks
salt and minerals
Muskiness of nature
somehow the smell of calm

Smell the leafy moss
tickling your nose
green and alive
growing down below

the wetness of the ocean
lapping at the shore
Savoring the sand
grainy and soft

Smell the hint of rain
as is falls upon the sea
Salt upon your skin
breathing easily

all of these aromas
uniquely intertwined
the rich scented ocean
giving peace to your mind

Taste - Mandarin

Feel the piece within your mouth
Piercing its flesh
Tart upon first impression
The sweetness then floods in

The cold juice upon your tongue
Tasting each bubble
Tongue touches the edge
But it can taste nothing

Only when you bite it
The sweet floods your mouth
The outside of the segment
Rough upon your tongue

Teeth piercing the flesh
Smooth within your mouth
Biting little sections
Savouring the taste

Each segment brings again
The taste of the mandarin
The pith somewhat bitter
To then taste the sweet

Popping every bubble
With the sharpness of your teeth
Three segments left
Each sour and then sweet

Feel - Rain

Look up at the clouded sky
See the droplets form
Water drizzling slowly
Patter on the floor

Droplets forming on your skin
Cold upon the touch
Breathe the condensation in
Falling slow and fast

Feel the wind upon your cheek
Gust upon your face
Gentle or harsh that it may seem
Rain falling fast

Directing the umbrella
Fighting against the wind
Threatening to turn inside out
Letting rain upon your skin

Wind cold and brisk
Shiver at the touch
Pull your wooly jumper on
Slowly warm you up

Feel the rain seep through your shoes
Socks soaked once more
Spongy as you take a step
Finally at your door

Smell - Bakery

Walk in through those two glass doors
Smell the rich baked goods
Let the warmth surround you
Freshly made bread

richness of the pastry
Overwhelms each sense
Slightest hint of icing sugar
Sprinkled on the sweets

Breathe in all the spices
Gently intermingled
Somehow brings you comfort
The aroma of home

Rich butter in the pastry
Salt blended in
Smooth upon your fingertips
Moisture upon your skin

Look at each fresh item
Imagine how it smells
Breathe the scents within them
Let it fill your lungs

Ponder just a while more
Take in those last few breaths
Carry the bakery with you
Comfort within each step