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SENSITIVITY

SENSITIVITY

A Poem by Linda Crawford Ortiz
"

...are we really using our senses to their fullest capacities?

"

When we are touched by the eyes of genius
and call it madness
It's because we don't feel the possibilities
When we listen with the ears of a self-proclaimed music-lover
and label the results as nonsense
It's because we can't hear the music
When we are lucky enough to view a canvas by Degas or Picasso
andcan't find equal beauty in both
It's because we do not truly see the similarities
When we are exposed to the aroma of freedom
and meet it with questioning stares and turned-up noses
it's because our skin is permeated by the stink of prejudice
accumulated through centuries of persecution

So
When we call ourselves "Friend"
What are we offering to our other self?

© 2008 Linda Crawford Ortiz



Author's Note

Linda Crawford Ortiz
I say "our other self", because I believe we are all connected and part of the same original energy. Our friends are all a part of us.

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The Irony in this makes me feel...like ruffling feathers with a few dozen other truths this
brings to mind.

Who are we to decide...sanity...intelligence...beauty...validity...value
to create " The definition" for everybody "
We (( ALL )) are birthed with the spirit of God.

::::: round of applause ::::

Blessssssssssss

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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It simply makes sense ... Your writing is full of logic and sensitivity. Great message conveyed through your poem. I like it very much :))))))

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed this. Off the beaten track, but still so focused on the end result. Well done

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this read it makes sense and makes the reader think. I would really like to feel it flow more, now it just sounds like musing out loud. Considering trimming and rewording and the poetry will flow from it better. Also, thanks for clarifying what you meant with the other self, it helps a lot.

Thanks so much for sharing, excellent read!

Sam~

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

eloquently spoken. ^_^

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Irony in this makes me feel...like ruffling feathers with a few dozen other truths this
brings to mind.

Who are we to decide...sanity...intelligence...beauty...validity...value
to create " The definition" for everybody "
We (( ALL )) are birthed with the spirit of God.

::::: round of applause ::::

Blessssssssssss

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I believe we are all connected and part of the same original energy- excellent! It's exciting to find someone who believes in 'the connection' Great write! Thanks to Dostani for sending it my way!

Posted 9 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Could be a statement of intent for artists. Beautifully done. I wish everyone would use their senses but would they be able to speak the language?

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is an excellent peened piece with nice flow and brilliant imagery. Also I think this is going into my favorites as well. Please send me read requests of your stuff...

Love and thoughts,

Dostani

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is wonderful. A new favorite.

Posted 9 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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