the color of my days

i.  monday

white is the color

of regret, an un-

painted bowl left on table

ii. tuesday

i am color-

less sheet of blue static-

-unsent messages

-unfinished thoughts 

iii. wednesday

i can eat the sun-

flowers all day, but my

tongue is dragon fruit -

coloring the rain water pink 

iv. thursday

it must be the sand

or the sandpipers

how else can my mornings

be joy-struck, bicolored musings of sky 

vi.friday

i walk these city streets 

and see different shades of color 

from skin to hair to eyes-

i do not pretend to be colorblind

your story is different from mine

but it is the same ocean tides that 

powers your lungs & mine to go out

there & protest & march- 

vii.satuday

i read the 

books & albums

as if they sugar candies-

it was sticky with colorful memories

of the past

though its all in black and white

viii.sunday

and what of black?

it is erasure

it is sacrifice

not a color lacking 

a seed 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB Synesthesia.  Thanks for your comments and visits.

Smooth Operator

 

i want slow dancing

starbursting in my chest

& filaments of delicate lacework

latching on my ribs

{swoon}

the night spell is mad timbre

of iridescent specks of dotted lights

smooth as ripe velvet plums

swaying  

                earthly swells

wine color 

                 drumbeats

& taste of wild 

                        crooning clarinet

pour red, 

     (bubbles of rose champagne)

all over my saxophone

     splashing purple & violet hues

my piano fingers are fire-

crackers

              all over you

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Synesthesia in music.   Sade is one of my favorite singer - classy with that distinct sexy voice.    Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.

a home edit: blue carrots

Monday is wine

abundunt with spice & plum

i spill on my

tuxedo

pressed for the week

i twirl my glass

for a closer peek on bowl

is it ebony silver, spotted spots of cat

or

is it golden locks of sunflower spires

on cusp

breaking underfoot from oak barrels

i drink to blues, blue 

i (breathing)

hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves

blue season of poppies & snowflakes

i reach (again)

for my morning medicine 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Synesthesia.  We are focusing on colors (grapheme color synesthesia).   The post is about seasonal affective disorder (SAD), which is a type of depression that is related to the changes in seasons.   As a note, I have overcome this and have focused on keeping busy and engaged with poetry.

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Prism

your sky is lavender 
and curlicue of colors
         rose auburn, dark pink, teal
threading through tapestry
of rye knots and countless loops

you think of raspberry 
                                  thoughts
on a long solitary flight
you smell sour apples in
                                  unfinished songs

taste stings of wasp and exotic spices 
           in warblings of guitar hymms
                  
as you dab your vision on canvas
your skin is luminous
growing light between layers
of  unsaturated darkness, 
                                        shades
you never settle 
                          in

            Synesthetic Artist, Melisa McCraken

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