Synaesthesia

by Xanthe   Apr 27, 2012


You used to tell me
my words were sweeter
than honey,
that you could taste
the saccharin
that rolls off my tongue
and flutters down
upon the paper.
My voice smelt
like the Spring breeze
that comes through
your window
(or so you've said)
that greets you every morning
in the late month of March.
I had almost touched your hand then
-almost-
as you smiled at me and
whispered that
I wrote the most colorful numbers
you've ever seen.
You said the most eclectic things,
but I've always found meaning
buried beneath them.
And though I thought you were
being funny,
you've managed to convince me
that even if the planets don't align,
everything's perfect.
I almost smiled then
-almost-
but that was when the leaves
started to let go;
like the sun,
everything began to Fall
as Winter blew a cold breeze
through your window.
And now, my words
are no longer sweeter than honey,
my voice doesn't smell like
the Spring breeze and
the numbers I write are
as dull and colorless
as this half-life you left me
to live in.

Written 04/25/12
Synaesthesia is a condition where there is a mingling of the senses due to cross-wiring in the brain. About one person in two thousand people is synaesthesiac. They can smell sounds, taste words, see numbers as colours..

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  • 5 years ago

    by Blissful

    Whoa...this was amazing! I loved the mention of the four seasons throughout your poem and how you tied it all in nicely together. This told the tale of a love that started so sweet but left one empty in the end...well that is what I got from it. When we first fall in love with someone, their voice is the only song we want to hear and their words are the only thing we want to taste but they say the hottest love burns the fastest...I adored your word choice here...I read each word slowly just to savor it's meaning throughout the piece. Beautifully written!

  • 5 years ago

    by Randy East

    This poem was painted very beautifully, Im glad I read the meaning of what Synaesthesia is before I read the poem, it added to its grandeur.

  • 5 years ago

    by Thomas

    Very nice poem
    You really made feel the things going through your head.
    I also like the hint of sarcasm.

    I almost smiled then
    -almost-

    That made the poem for me

    5/5

  • 5 years ago

    by Amber

    Love it

  • 5 years ago

    by Amber

    Love it