Poetry Formula

I have come to the conclusion that life, poetry, theater and, often, prose are most poignant when they evoke all of our senses (touch, hearing, taste, smell, kinesthesis and sight). For instance, this is why we like going to the beach so much — the warm sun, the roar of the surf, the salt-air and sun lotion smells, the gritty sand on our feet and bodies, the beautiful blue horizon, even the fried clams at the local clam shack.

The same can be said for fine restaurants, the ambience, the soft music, the taste and smell of the food ... even the lush napkins and tablecloths.

So, dear reader, using this formula, here is my doggerel:

A lavender-scented zephyr tugs erotically at my soaring soul,
With its cacophony of siren serenades.
I never expect the acrid aftertastes that I get
When it chills my bones as it fades among the scarlet sunset.

Now, dear reader, you know the secret ... and you too can be another Keats  ...