Thoughts On Senses Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Our senses inspire our state of mind,
Like old music playing filling my ears with delightful bits of nostalgic ecstasy,
Or flavors of food pulsating with memories of past menageries and buffets,
Or scintillating textures weaving tales of lust and love and pain and sorrow.

Our senses tell us how to react.
Like a loud booming crash in the distance causing us to cringe in fright,
Or a sharp spicy blow to your taste buds to draw your tongue from its refuge,
Or a sudden warm enveloping sensation on your skin to let you uncoil and relax.

Our senses tell us what to think,
Like a sudden silence overcoming a group of colleagues as you enter the room,
Or the bitter taste of your mouth as you awake from a late night out,
Or a crisp pang of agony as you try to stand yourself up from a fall.

Our eyes tell us all the same things in details,
But our ears make the details glow with conviction,
And our tongues make the details swarm with distinction,
And our skin makes the details warm with familiarity.