Five Senses

Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
the elements together,
in me this dark and shining,
that stillness and that moving,
these shapes that spring from nothing,
become a rhythm that dances,
a pure design.

While I'm in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.

by Judith Wright

Comments (4)

Sounds and silences! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful poem on senses. Thanks for sharing and congratulation for poem of the day.
Personally I am not a fan of over-abstraction in poetry, so I don't take as much from this piece as others might, although I did enjoy the metaphor of the web-like weaving of sensory impressions.
These shapes that spring..... Thanks for posting....