Our Glorious Senses
Let's attempt to mindfully use all of our senses
The human body is a real miracle
A comment to make you stop to think,
It’s an amazing piece of perfection
Automated and so totally in sync.
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We don’t tell our throat to swallow
Nor do we tell our eyes to blink,
We never order our lungs to breathe
Or give instructions to our brain to think.
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Our senses are the most glorious part
Without, we’d miss every day pleasures,
Not only do they highlight the present
But they ignite unique memory treasures.
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When I smell a certain talcum powder
I’m transported back to my years as a teen,
A precious gift from my loving soul mate
When I was still his much adored queen.
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When I smell a roast turkey still baking
I’m instantly a young adult once again,
Christmas Day spent with all my family
Eating plum puddings and candy canes.
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When I smell the incoming fresh rain
It always makes me feel I’ve been reborn,
Not only cleansing the earth and my soul
But dampens the dust that’s airborne.
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When I see a picture of someone I love
Great memories flash through my mind,
Of the places we have been together
And how we all felt at that exact time.
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When I see a flowering tree or a sun set
I’m filled with wonder at Mother Nature,
White sandy beach, a moss covered rock
A flowing river, she’s a beautiful creator.
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When I see my children’s faces in laughter
My heart expands until I’m sure it’ll break,
The pure beauty and delights I love to see
Those memories are definite keepsakes.
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When I hear one of my old favourite songs
I’m miraculously taken back to that time,
Young and carefree, dancing and singing
Of parties and concerts, oh so very sublime.
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When I hear a bon fire merrily crackling
My mind takes a trip to the middle of nowhere,
Nothing but dark skies with shining stars
A time relaxing with no worry or care.
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When I hear the whisper of a graceful waterfall
I know I would be content to stay for awhile,
A meditative sound so calm and soothing
Loving, once more, Mother Nature’s style.
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When I taste the inner soul of a coconut
I remember times when I was only nine,
Saving my pocket money all year long
So I could buy a coconut that was all mine.
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When I taste the aniseed of Sambuca
I’m afraid my stomach starts to churn,
Too many night long drunken parties
I know, it took me awfully long to learn.
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When I taste the first bite of baked cheesecake
My taste buds believe we’ve found heaven,
The magnificent creaminess of the cheese
Sweetened with sugar and a touch of lemon.
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When I feel the oiliness of a sensual massage
Every nerve ending alive suddenly awakens,
A simple touch, a long stroke over my body
At that moment the rest of the world’s forsaken.
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When I feel the warm caress of a soothing bath
My every day worry and stress fades away,
I lay back and enjoy the warmth on my skin
And during the entire time it is warm, I’ll stay.
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When I feel the smooth soft skin of a baby
I find I’m back to when my boys were that small,
I’d caress their skin with my fingertips to soothe
They’d settle instantly and to sleep they’d fall.
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Yes I do know that human beings are truly blessed
To have our sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch,
To use each sense automatically every day
While being transported to memories of such.
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The human body is a complex piece of engineering
We often don’t think about and take it for granted,
Let’s attempt to mindfully use all of our senses
And if we do, I’m sure we’d all be totally enchanted.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
It's so amazing how each of our senses can hold so many memories
This is so beautiful!
This is excellent. Love it.