Glimpsing, glancing, looking, staring
Seeing out of focus
Hearing, listening, noises pounding
Sound so loud I cannot hear it
Feeling, soft against my skin
Hair on ends with prickly startling
Sweetness, wetness on my lips
Tasting bitter lasting findings
Smells that carry me away
And tickle me into sneezing
What is all about us
Sounds, sights, smells, feels
A tasty treat?
An unheeded warning
An invitation, a temptation
Resist or not, it’s your undoing
Your choice to live while gently parting
So listen loudly, stare and glisten
Taste all the sounds, feel all the warnings
It is the essence that counts
That tells us all we need to know
As we move on.
By Janet M. Ocasio April, 2019
I love this tender ode for me, it reminds me of youthful discoveries and more mature ponderings.
Janet,
Your medley of sense impressions recalls for me the sensory overload of Times Square on a Friday night. Such an overwhelming bombardment of the senses.
Yes, that is what I was feeling at that moment. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you for your feedback.
Janet.