Senses - Farberism's Freewriting 12/29/24

Meaning changes depending on where I read.

Words transform with the places I write.

Neither, yet both, are shaped by my thoughts,

Which drifts with the space where I choose to think.

It has to touch me, to be honest.

Feelings waver, tethered to moments—

Where I stand when words are spoken or fail.

What I hear changes with time and place,

Echoing how I feel and where I listen.

What I see bends with my surroundings,

The sharpness of sight is shaped by its light.

The ocean’s scent shifts as I approach—

At the shore, it’s briny and wild,

At home, it lingers soft, a distant dream.

Taste, unbound by where I am,

Answers only to my tongue.

There is no constant.

Nothing stays.

All is fleeting—

Shaped by where I am.

Peace,

Chris

PS I wrote a poem. I am trying to flex myself a bit here. Happy Holidays to all of you, whatever you're celebrating.