Long Synaesthesia Poems

"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves...

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That kiss 
tasted like warm sunlight
toasting the tongue 
with honeyed sun 
and promises 

on a blue sky day

That kiss 
reached far into one
seeking to open words
locked inside let out
like crysallis butterflies

wet and warm, shaking, fluttering...

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He chafes the prayer beads against his wrist
	Has died lesser deaths of exasperated rage
		It’s not forgiveness he seeks but purifying anger

To feel the rawness of emotion he focusses
	On undefeatable loss and zealous slaughter
		Of cross fires...

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Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,

Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms

Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine

Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.

tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.

First daffodil maidens...

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Reminiscing a Future

Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
                    Cool button in his ear on my...

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My Five Senses

For someone with synaesthesia,
I am just quite dumbfounded,
In understanding all my five senses,
That leaves me buzzing, ungrounded!

You see, it’s not very clear,
As to why this does happen,
But I see, hear, smell, taste and...

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Your synaesthesia danced the air, my feet the floor
And bounced again and with a scream and more
I fell down to my knees and screeched my dance
Against walls and unseen windows without a glance
Beyond the yearning...

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Colours Perfuse

Bluebell tinkers in soft mellow waters
                            ...

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Synaesthesia is hard to say and somewhat hard to understand,
Not a disease nor a disorder, but I experience it first hand,
Like the sounds, tastes, smells and colours that can be felt by a band, 
The...

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color awe
so crystal as to hear an
enigma

whiffed fragrance
a strangeness to scarcely taste
obscure scenes

light is sown
feel the warmth that follows miles
minds do smile


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"An individual whose conscious awareness is such that a sound becomes fused with a...

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Tear drops roll down my cheeks.
Blessed with mirror-touch synaesthesia!
Claircognizant empaths - inflame my aphasia.
I know, I know - the die is cast!
Eh! Still words - pierce through my silent heart.


Leave me – leave me!
I need...

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These are the last words I'll write for you
The sugared dedications discontinue
Each word hatched from one mistake
Wanting you more than I can take

Intentions seem so futile now
Wipe remnants of love from your brow
Convinced you're white,...

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Hey You, get off of My Cloud.  

(Sing along to the Rolling Stones, synaesthesia means songs on the brain!) 

Grumpy old God woke up with a frown,
Angels heard His voice so loud,
"Do you angels...

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