Senses.

If I lost my sight tomorrow.

I would poke little holes in paper, like brail.

If I lost my hearing. 

And could no longer hear the world.

I would imagine what it said.

If I lost my tongue.

I would Humm the words, I think.

If I lost the sense of touch.

And could no longer feel you.

I don't know what I'd do. 

I believe, I would lose the breath by which I live.   

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

Each sense you imagine losing feels like a small dimming of the world…
Yet you meet each one with gentle resilience,
as though your spirit would find a way to keep creating light.
But when you reach the loss of touch
the loss of feeling someone you love
the whole poem exhales into something deeper.
It’s as if that connection is not just a sense,
but the pulse that keeps everything else alive.
There’s a quiet beauty in that truth.
A softness that lingers long after the final line.

[Randall]

Sarah, there you go again, looking through my eyes while writing your review.
Randall...

[Amy R]

Our senses make our life so much more fruitful than without,. this poem expressed how important it is to us both communication and emotional wise.
Thanks for sharing.~Amy

[Randall]

Ok, now you are just overwhelming me three times. Thank you, Amy. You got the intent perfectly.
read moreOk, now you are just overwhelming me three times. Thank you, Amy. You got the intent perfectly.

Randall...

[Amy R]

Most welcome, glad to hear that! 🤍🙂

[Brad Dehler]

Very sweet poem here, Randall. That is very quaint and unpredictable. Very creative. Nice work, sir.

[Randall]

Thank you, Brad. I think there are a lot of things in life that we are willing to overcome. And then there is always the one that decides our end.

Randall...

[Brad Dehler]

Wow. yes indeed. What is that One thing?!

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm inclined to agree with you, and place great value on the sense of touch. Thinking about it, I believe our infant selves experienced touch much stronger than we did sight and sound. Thank God that nearly all of us are blessed with sense both known and unknown. The message of the poem, of course, is the depth of love the author feels for another.

[Randall]

Samuel, good to hear from you. I think you can adjust to the other three senses. But without the feeling of touch, you would feel as if you were alone in the world.

Randall...

[John the Baptist]

Interesting claim for the primacy of touch here. I would have voted for sight, but this is a personal thing.

[Randall]

Poetry is often personal. But it should be left open to others' interpretation.

[Randall]

Thank you, John the Baptist, cousin of Jesus. Nice lineage.

[John the Baptist]

Yeah, but losing my head really sucked.

[Randall]

I'll talk to Herod. I think it was his daughter who requested your head, because you wouldn't give her the other one. I think that's how the story went.

[Relic]

I believe this could relate to children as well as a loved one.

[Randall]

Tim, I didn't see that one. However, I'm glad that it may translate to whatever one may see in the writing. Everyone's eyes sees the world differently. Thank you for the positive review.

Randall...