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.
~Dean Neighbors~
| syn·es·the·sia /ˌsinəsˈTHēZHə/ Learn to
PHYSIOLOGY•PSYCHOLOGY the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.
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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 "turquoise Thursdays". There are musicians who see musical notes in different colors
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