Have you seen one like it?

In a rush,
A fleeting thought,
Pause a moment,
A moment of stillness ensues.

Absorption of colours, lights, shadows, and shapes.
Oh, how pretty the view—
Upon my lips a slow, appreciative smile forms.

This then is what a writer must engineer;
Words strung—sometimes flung together
Somehow to do justice to what our eyes,
Ears, nose, touch, and spirit tell us
We are seeing, feeling, hearing, and experiencing.

Often driven to scratch, write, scratch,
And rewrite again and again.
We seek to translate what our brains tell us —
Is sometimes so improbable.

Yet, valiantly, we relentlessly pursue, seek, and find
In our effort to remove the burning coals
Bouncing around in our minds.

You see, our senses fight for first place,
See here, see there, see everywhere.
But we must subdue them
And direct them to appear
In the order they belong.

See how we daily seek to find
Our own unique way of interpreting
What we encounter?
How will you understand
What we see, hear, feel, smell, and touch
If we don’t use many words to tell?