The Five Sensibilities
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Do see in black and white,
As artists’ primal visions come
and pass beyond their sight.
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Do taste an unwitting bland,
For flavored grains, inspiring crumb
Shall never envelop their hand.
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Do hear measures of silence,
Composer’s song, they must be dumb
To notes of exquisite violence.
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Do smell an even calm,
Air blankets wafting sweetened plum
Offer not a soothing balm.
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Do touch with deadened skin,
For palms entwined, fingers, thumb
Dare not let loving in.
I wonder if the emotionally numb
Can find their misplaced heart,
To Life’s beauty someday, they may succumb,
Of which we are all apart.
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