“The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.”
― Jane Mendelsohn, I Was Amelia Earhart
Fiery red does my soul burn and sizzle,
With eyes shut – lost, drowning in noise so bleak;
Purple, yellow and neon green; chisel
These puzzling monochrome thoughts – rather meek;
Drowning in boundless, brownish worlds; to seek
Vision in pearls, among chaos so black,
With stunning ruby words stabbing the back,
I curl up in this sapphire dream of peace
Emerald promises, speech so lilac,
And pastel hopes this blinding noise will cease.
“Without the color, I don’t know how to proceed. I’m lost in shades of gray.”
― Wendy Mass, A Mango-Shaped Space
This was written in response to this week’s We’ave Written Weekly; W3 poetry prompt hosted by David @ The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt given by Murisopsis is to write a Dizain poem from the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia (the form I chose has 10 lines with 10 syllables in each line). Please feel free to join in – submissions are open until September 25, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)!
I’ve always been fascinated by Synesthesia – I was so happy to see it was part of the prompt and can’t wait to see how everyone portrays it poetically! I struggled as I always do with poems, especially those that have a syllable count requirement, haha! I think this one could have been refined in several ways had I given it due time and thought, maybe polish out the idea behind it because I’m just as lost as you are regarding what this poem meant to be in actuality!
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