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A poem about synethesia [sense crossing] Form: GENESIS A Writer's Cramp Entry |
Sunrise Sensations I taste the sunrise; pale pastels play on my palate sweetly. I close my eyes, yet my mind dwells on the flavors of the dawn. The morning light has cast its spells and Iām entranced, completely. Each day begins with wonderment as my senses play their games. I hear bright colors never meant to sing their melody. Lying here, I feel content with sounds that have no names. I feel the warmth of saltiness as tears flow from my eyes. It wraps me in a soft caress that words cannot describe. Iām blessed as senses coalesce. Each day is a surprise. An entry for the 11/10/13 round of "The Writer's Cramp celebrates WDC 24!" ![]() Prompt: Synesthesia is a syndrome where a sensation is produced in one sense when a stimulus is applied to another sense such as a person TASTING colors and SEEING flavors. Write a poem or story about a person with that syndrome. Line Limit: 40 Line Count: 18 Form: GENSIS ~ a form, conceived by Walt Wojtanik, based on the musical group of the same name. It consists of three six-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme of A B A C A B. There is no set meter for the lines. |