These Are My JOTtings...

Synesthesia: "Dancing Colors Taste the Sky"

Really dull the world would be,
if only lines and grays,
Dancing reds taste honey, See?
While seven blue displays!

Sandy banks the amber eight
as "Doc" floats butterfly.
Tarnished "Lightning" grovels late.
His green tears salty cry.

Christmas coffee's streusel cake
glitters rainbow hues.
Tasteful huggings fibers make
the garments brownish dues.

See you purple ocean's nine
that ends the cotton candy swirl?
The tempest needles glare repine
for floating angel white, the girl.

Maple syrup flows from one
as Skittles fall from two,
Apple Strudel three is fun,
whipped topping four for you.

Jump around our quilted world
to see the numbers talk.
Snuggle up as clam shells pearled
before your senses balk.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 18th, 2018