Shawn L. Bird

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poem-synesthesia October 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:31 pm
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I feel the light crawling

on my skin, burrowing in

and out through the pores,

illuminating my blue bones.

I see the glow of your pain

woven in the strands of my muscles,

stretched and aching like a long line

of scarlet soldiers dragging guns and stabbing bayonets.

I hear the purple shimmer of your displeasure,

Flashing gold anger explodes up my body

in shrieking tsunami waves.

I taste darkness and agony.

I smell the rainbow of your discontent.

I am you and we are



16 Responses to “poem-synesthesia”

  1. Wonderful description of this neurological phenomena. Not knowing what it meant I looked it up on Wikipedia: Synesthesia (also spelled synæsthesia or synaesthesia; from the Ancient Greek σύν syn, “together”, and αἴσθησις aisthēsis, “sensation”) is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.People who report such experiences are known as synesthetes.

    In the past I’ve seen science programs on TV discussing people who can smell or taste colors. Something to the effect that their sensory patterns and/or coding in the brain is misfiring.

    • Yup. Or in this case, as a hallucination/psychotic break.

      (I wrote a lot of poetry during our assembly sponsored by the Schizophrenia Society!)

      • Wow!! You’ve touched on the frenzy in the mind of a Schizophrenic. My mother suffered from schizophrenia. She had one suicide attempt and masked the voices in her head with alcohol. Despite all these problems my Mom was a good mother to my brother and me. She fought a valiant battle. My Dad stayed by her side. They stayed married for 40 years. The last 3 years of her life she was on medications that helped her tremendously. Sadly she only lived to be 68 but now as time has passed and I’ve gotten older I understand her struggle more and more. We were able to talk before she died. There is a person behind the struggle. The person they were before this battle began. I will say that in my case age and maturity brings perspective especially in my wars with depression. We’ve all got a burden to bear. We just hope that others will be around to help us. Thanks for this poem.

      • You’re welcome.

  2. Reblogged this on Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit and commented:
    This poem touched my heart as it explores the realm of schizophrenia a kingdom or rather a prison that captured my mother Mable Palmer for much of her adult life.

  3. narble Says:

    This is just…well…wonderful.

  4. skykinwrite Says:

    Liked this very much. One of your best, I think, due to poetic imagery.

  5. Wow, you can really get a picture to move and talk I have a question to your good self and those who commented here… Is the brain “misfiring” if we taste colours and see sounds? Couldn’t it be our brains are being used to the max? Where does genius and madness cross paths? I don’t think that we understand how much we have if we open our hearts and minds to see that which the world keeps hidden. Keep up the great things you do on here and I love reading your blog.

    • Thanks Dave.
      Interesting thought. I just see as being ‘cross wired’ if it is something that happens out of the blue (as in this description). But there’s the whole concept of ‘sensation’ that I play with at the end. Other creatures experience the world entirely differently: smell means something entirely different to a dog, sight means something entirely different to a spider. It’s all pretty fascinating stuff!

      • Can I please mention something, if we read Alice in Wonderland as children we think of it as magical. If we read it as an adult it makes us wonder what the author was partaking of at the time. Was he “insane” having wonderful thoughts like both the original volumes. Was he smoking opium leading him down the rabbit hole or using some 18/19th century herbal mixture? While we will never know unless his great grandchildren spill the beans to their childrens childrens children who sell the story to the media. It does make me wonder.

  6. abigaildgray Says:

    Wow! I really enjoyed this 🙂

  7. “The rainbow of your discontent”- Brilliant image!

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