The Sixth Sense Poem by Hebert Logerie

See the objects, not with your eyes
Hear the sound, not with your ears
Smell the charogne, not with your nose
The dog did not touch it with its paws
You can visualize it, you can feel the tears
You can experience it going up to the skies
The sixth sense is the sixth man on a basketball team
It is an extremely special gift; it is not a dream
It is a potential reality, an unstoppable future
A divine prediction is about to mature
Expose, and condemn it, this is an unusual universe
The sixth sense is special; hide it in your purse
Even though no one can steal or take it from you
Only you can sense and feel it; you are your own crew.

Touch the objects, not with your hands
Feel everything that your heart demands
See the objects, without touching them
You can write a theorem or a poem
You are either lucky or unique if you possess
The sixth sense; you are indeed blessed
See the objects, not with your eyes
Experience it going up to the skies
Smell the carcass, not with your nose
The cat did not touch it with its claws
You can sense it, you can feel the tears
Hear the silence, not with your ears.

Copyright © Mai 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.