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The Five Senses Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s12.erols.com Tues, July 1, 1997 at 11:31AM |
I can see, hear, feel, taste and touch
All of my senses are intact, and much
And I do use them day in and day out
Sometimes so much, I do loudly shout
With the ecstasy and pleasure I do feel
To be part of a life without any keel
To guide me along in this vast ocean
Where play is part of my work's motion
And as I use them, going through it all fair
I sometimes wish there was one to share
With me - this open canvas which shines
With paint I tenderly brush on with vines
Which gaze out at me - eagerly beckoning
Me to tease them with my clear reckoning
And as I fondle them with my gentle touch
I know they will eventually wither as much
Has been said now about this fertilization
Which is used to grow spicier libations
And as they prepare to transplant roots
I become more greatly aware of soot
Which blows upon this pretty garden
So filled with words which harden
Where they do come from is mystery
Solved only by reading its history
- Tristram