ORANGE IS THE COLOR OF PAIN

Blue cats and chartreuse kittens are
careening through my mind.

My ears have seen the truth and now
my nose is going blind.

I sense yellow P's, purple fives
and bitter smelling sounds.

I'm hearing colors, tasting shapes,
perception's out of bounds.

I have turquoise Thursdays, orange pain
and brain lobes with no fences.

I taste your voice and see your scent,
I'm multiplexing senses.

It's half past oval, sounding cold,
the wind's a dreadful hue.

I'd shape some answers for you but
I'm feeling rather blue.




If you have Synesthesia or are familiar with the symptoms,

this poem actually makes sense... I have found a way to write

nonsense that isn't. Some of the lines in the poem are from

comments made by people who have Synesthesia.

"Orange is my default color for pain", said one. Another one

says she has "turqoise thursdays". There are musicians who

see musical notes in different

El Alma Del Caballo (the soul of the Horse)

The old Vaquero rolled a smoke
and spoke of unseen forces,
the awful toll that war requires
of soldiers and their horses…

how some believe that war cures war,
of lessons known and told,
why men can’t learn a truth their heart
has not the shape to hold.

“Caballo hearts, old soldiers know,
reflect the hearts of men.
This fact was known when Moses fled
and Pharaoh learned to swim.”

“The horse and soldier share a bond”,
the old hand told the young,
“for Horse, like Man, enjoys the taste
of war upon his tongue.”

“None but a man who’s gone to war
and felt its mighty force,
while clinging to a saddle, truly
understands the horse.”

"A mount was shot from under me
in battle near the sea
and death revealed the nature of
the horse’s soul to me."

“All horses share a common soul.
I’ve seen this thing, it’s true…
if you know one, a single horse,
then all are known to you."

The old man tossed his cigarette
and filled his coffee cup…
and as he did another there,
a Gringo boy, spoke up.

"If what you say is true, old man,
when all the men are gone,
the Horse will surely perish too,
what point in staying on?"

The old man laughed, “You are so young
my cowboy friend but try
to open up your heart and mind
and I will tell you why

these words you speak, they make no sense,
I tell you here and now.
No horses in the world? This thing
our God would not allow."







Posted by Dean Neighbors at 7/21/2005 07:19:00 AM