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Dear Senses,

epistolary ode

By Kristen BalyeatPublished 3 years ago • 4 min read
Dear Senses,
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Dear Senses,

Oh, the pleasure

you bring to my life–

beloved Taste, Touch, Smell, Hearing,

and last, but certainly not least, Sight!

Without you, no doubt,

my world would be bland–

I know for certain, because of you,

everything is more grand!

________

Dearest Taste,

Now honestly, where would I be

if I couldn’t enjoy cookies, chocolates

croissants or ice cream?

Truly, how blah

my life would seem

without your sweet, salty, bitter

sour, and (my fave) umami!

Noshing merely for sustenance,

not pleasure, to simply survive–

how dull without savoring

cheeses, pasta, or fries!

I simply can't imagine

no tasty distinction

between strawberries and raspberries–

I’d rather face my extinction.

How sad not to tell

betwixt the variety of gourds,

parsley and cilantro–

is it flatbread or cardboard?

Taste, without you, no doubt

my world would be bland–

I know for certain with you

everything is more grand!

________

Dear Touch,

Ahhh, my love language,

physical affection–

yes, Touch, I need you

for contact and connection.

Please tell me, if you weren't here,

how on earth would I know

the warmth of the sunshine

or the cold bite of snow?

Without you I couldn’t enjoy

my dog’s fluffy fur.

Besides blood, how could I tell

if I stepped on a burr!?!

I’d be sad not to know

my child's embrace,

the softness of their hair,

or the squishiness of their face.

If I didn’t have you,

there’s so much I would miss–

the magic of a lover's stroke,

and the spark of a kiss.

How could I survive without

the pressure of a hug,

or the steaminess of intimacy?

Yes, Touch you’re my drug.

Without you I wouldn't know

the manifestation of the physical–

dear Touch, without you

life would be purely metaphysical.

Touch, without you, no doubt

my world would be bland–

I know for certain with you

everything is more grand!

________

Dear Smell, you are one

I could not live without–

you add such enhancement,

I need you, no doubt!

Since we taste with our nose before

it reaches our lips,

your job is important,

it’s a sensory eclipse!

You’re nearly as critical

as the tongue is for taste,

transmitting essence of food,

not one waft goes to waste!

How would I distinguish between

Maple syrup and sap,

flowers and weeds,

real cuisine and crap?

Without scent, my mouth wouldn't

water upon smelling fresh bread,

caramelizing onions,

or chili chutney cheese spread.

Oh, if you weren't here, my dear,

my life would be foiled–

I wouldn't know if my leftovers

were edible or spoiled!

I’ve also noticed, dear Smell,

how tightly you’re wound

to so many memories

in my mind that abound.

Just one little Smell

is a mini time machine

to the places I’ve been,

to all the things I have seen.

With you, dear one,

I could not do without–

how sad it would be

to have an olfactory drought!

Smell, without you, no doubt

my world would be bland–

I know for certain with you

everything is more grand!

________

Dear Hearing, oh my,

I’m so happy you’re here!

I’ll never take for granted

the fact I can hear!

I’m grateful to know the sound

of the wind through the trees,

the song of the ocean,

the buzzing of bees.

What fun you provide

filtering jokes and good riddles–

such delight from the bursts

of laughter and giggles.

I’m in love with the sound of

my children’s sweet voices–

even when they’re obnoxious,

I still love their noises!

Another thing I know for certain

I could not live without

is the rhythm of music–

I would crumble, no doubt!

Yes, music has saved me,

healed wounds in my soul–

because I can Hear it

my world is whole.

Hearing, without you, no doubt

my world would be bland–

I know for certain, with you,

everything is more grand!

________

Sight! What can I say

to express how I feel?

I’m so grateful, I adore you

with unabated zeal!

To See is a gift

that not all possess–

it’s not lost on me, because of you

I truly am blessed!

I know I’ve taken you for granted,

not thinking often enough, my dear,

of how different my life would be

if you were not here.

Oh, I simply don't know

how I would survive

without the colors of the sunset

filling my eyes!

Or to place my gaze

on the moon above–

or stare longingly

into the eyes of my love.

My life is enriched by the

things I can See–

the majesty of mountains,

the changing leaves on the trees.

I would not know the colors

that fill in rainbows above,

the dark black of the crow,

or the white of the dove.

I couldn't enjoy the smiles

that light up a room,

or the spring’s new blossoms

bursting forth in bloom.

The things in my world would

be gathered from gleaning

the experiences of others

to give my life meaning.

I’m in love with the World

because of precious ole’ you–

I promise to honor you by observing

the beautiful gifts in my view.

Sight, without you, no doubt

my world would be bland–

I know for certain with you

everything is more grand!

________

One thing I must mention

before this is done,

without you, dear Brain, my senses

would be... well…there’d be none.

So as a P.S., I’d like to thank you

big white matter of energy–

because of you my senses

orchestrate with beautiful synergy!

Dear Brain, without you, no doubt

my world would be…non-existent.

So, thank you for being

my Senses’ vital assistant!

________

I hope my letter finds you well,

Brain, Taste, Touch, Smell,

Hear, and See!

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

(literally)

humor

About the Creator

Kristen Balyeat

Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

Also, i love you:)

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    Written by Kristen Balyeat