Tastes Like Tomorrow

I’m plucking purple numbers from

my calendar’s pulse, deep breathing

the tangerine lime haze of numb

summer days. Cicadas’ shrill sing

showers luminous gold and green

under a sky growing thick-skinned.

I toppled from blurred trees, spread thin

pungent scents strained from nature’s sieve

and smelled tomorrow nestled in

the photo’s muted negative.

Muri presented a stunning poem and an intriguing challenge for David’s weekly W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish: Write Dizain poem from the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.

I was really intrigued and wanted to give it a whirl. That said, I have never written a dizain before nor have I experienced synesthesia. I had fun writing this poem, though, and that’s what matters, right? It was interesting to imagine the color of a word or the smell of an image, and the unusual photo I snapped during a walk the other day seemed to fit my scattered nature scene well.

14 thoughts on “Tastes Like Tomorrow

  1. Interesting topic. I have a friend who ‘sees’ music, which is why it affects her more, and she gets really annoyed by anything out of tune. I can’t even imagine how it feels like, so kudos to you for doing so in a poem!

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