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A Sense of Living
by David NeubauerThere are just enough moments
to enjoy the smell of rain fresh fallen,
the creamy opulence of cheesecake,
or the simple electricity of a warm embrace.
If every moment were made of neon,
flashing, flaring, blazing through the cornea,
how could we savor the subtle shades
of sunset, gradients of color more
smooth than any artist’s hand could craft?
If every moment was booming bass,
thumping, grinding, keeping time,
it would smash the senses, make the most
beautiful operatics into white noise,
the touching symphony into mere
bow sawing at the silent necks of violins.
I have no intention to fade away, inactive,
but neither will I blunt myself with thrills.
There’s much to savor, and
I cannot allow myself
to be blind, nor hard of hearing. 02/21/2010 Posted on 02/22/2010
Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/22/10 at 01:59 AM A clever take on the "you need to know the bad to appreciate the good" argument. Excellent write--though if I may, the period at the end of first stanza should be a question mark. :) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/22/10 at 02:25 PM We do try so often to push everything through ourselves as if fearful that we will not be able to taste it all. Sometimes loud is less effective than soft and bright less than muted and then again the reverse. Test it all and try slowly to savor it for the one chance we get. Excellent write. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/22/10 at 05:42 PM Great piece- great outlook on life; live each to it's fullest- wish I was an optimist. Excellent work- thank you! |
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