sonogenesis
You bring words, like light
then open your mouth to the dark--
I see sounds at midnight
like synaesthetic flashes
wash the vanished world in color...
swimming against the encircling black,
my vision becomes ultraviolet blue.
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elPintor
Wed 15th Aug 2018 02:24
I had my first experiences of synaesthesia while studying calculus--believe me, I know now why they say mathematics is a young man's game...
Good night, all...
<Deleted User> (9882)
Sun 12th Aug 2018 23:59
yep, cool! but being an awkward bitcher I would have gone for-
'then you open the SIDE of your mouth....?
( coat? )
Rose ?
Big Sal
Sun 12th Aug 2018 23:15
I typed in 'sonogenesis' on the Google search bar and your poem was the 2nd entry on the page to pop up - I thought that was pretty damn cool. (Write Out Loud has a wider reach and influence than I thought)
Your second stanza really stood out for me as I feel it to be the tether to your first and third with its mention of 'synaesthetic flashes', and then followed up with the vivid, descriptive language to describe it as such.
Another one for the books, well done.?
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elPintor
Wed 15th Aug 2018 07:44
It was me Ferris...
I haven't read Born On A Blue Day, but would be interested in hearing more of Tammet's story.
I studied math for only a few years and would never pretend to rival any sort of genius. However, I do know that toward the end of my studies, I suffered a major breakdown of sorts. To say that my studies were the trigger would be a false correlation--I'm not sure how it fits in, if at all.