I wish that I was blind to the horrors that I see
and allow my other senses to completely engulf me.
I'd like to absorb the essence of the flowers that are in bloom
concentrating on their perfume that permeate the gloom.
To feel the warmth of an outstretched,kind, loving hand
that would be my guide in blindness throughout this rocky land.
To have the strength of thousands; be a fortress standing tall
protecting the weak and innocent, the timid and the small.
I would like to have the other senses that we've yet to utilize
the ones that go beyond our grasp and are not seen with our eyes.
This inner perception is such a precious commodity
enabling all to empathize with the rest of humanity.
This last part of our senses has yet to fully evolve
leaving us with hardened hearts and complacent resolve.
If perhaps we could stand in each other's place
We'd finally learn to understand this complicated human race.
Author notes
The sixth sense is feeling what others feel. To truly be part of their pain, hope and yearning. If we took others pain and suffering unto ourselves than we might be more likely to alleviate it altogether. Being desensitized to our fellow man and creatures is no longer an option. As each one suffers it trickles down into our own existence.
Written September 15th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- The Five Senses by Samplette.
350 points, ended October 2, 2004, 8 entries
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This is a nice piece, and the rhythm sings out in a lovely way.
I didn't want the 6th sense in it at all. That is in the "No's"
Most of it seemed to be written around that sense. Though sight, touch and smell is apparent at the beginning.
THank you so much for entering this contest...and it still quailifies.
Sam
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this is a great piece. great rhyming sequence that makes the piece flow well. also such a philisophical piece - it got me thinking. nice job, and best of luck in the contest <33
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SO much phylosophical and phylantropic truths you've clearly penned here, my friend..very awesome way to describe how we must not grow senseless or uncaring, but compromised and commited to the well-being of those around us...make sure you can leave this world in better shape than how you found it as I think Powell? said??..anyway...regards and great write indeed ~
~ Juan
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bravo...you have captured the essence of our abilities and our shortcomings all wrapped into one piece....good luck in the contest... freda
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A most enjoyable write - but being blind to something doesn’t mean it isn’t there - we are just not aware of it but others still suffer . . . but I know the feeling – the world is a complex thing that few of us can do anything about – Albert.
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Outstanding
Bravo, well said, particularly usage of our inner sense. Most don't know it exists and those that do rarely us it. This fits in with most of my thoughts on humanity. Teach the masses with your work. Keep em coming. -
This blew me away. It's so beautiful
I think to truely understand anothers pain, you yourself would have to be put in the situation. You can hear about it all you wish, but it's never the same when you are faced with it first hand. Your poem speaks volumes of truth. I look back to those final two lines, and all I can think to say is "What excellent ideas have popped into this woman's head!" You are truely marvelous!
~Kp~
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A Beautiful Poem
This was such an interesting poem. It made me think. I disaree with the previous comment, I feel we are taught compassion from otheras we grow as children. My has grown over the years even with all my pain. I was in tears on hear only an hour ago because I could not answer a serious question she had pertaining to suicide. I am waiting to get back to her when my dear freind live4eternity Jason( calls back. He is a youth fellowship leader at his church and knows so much more then I in these situations. My heart goes out to this girl. Her family has turned their back on her. Your poem hit home today for me. God must have wanted me to read it. I'm sorry for rambling. I do that when I'm nervous and I worry about this young girl. Wonderful poem. Take care, Sandy
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I dont think we will ever be able to understand the human race. Just because we dont care enough to try. And I think that you are right about having more than five senses, except I think that we are born with them; I think we just lose them as we grow older and become inured to our feelings. In any case, great write, I like the flow, and the lines really deliver their message.
Edited on Sep 15, 2:45 p.m. because ''.
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