This is a poem of me imagining what everything would be like if my senses were confused(that is an actual condition, you know). Hope you like it!
-Hanna
The color green smells like grass,
Freshly mown in the spring;
Dark purple is mysterious,
Who knows what it'll bring?
The sound of a yawn looks like the static,
When a TV won't work;
And a groan is the color brown,
The color of dirt.
The cool winter air,
Sounds like a sigh,
While grey is the color
Of the bus passing by.
The sound of rustling papers,
At work or at school,
Smells like a barn full of
Horses or mules.
A nail being hammered is
Sharp bursts of grey,
And yellow is the color
Of a horse's neigh.
And if I could touch,
A lion's roar,
It would be smooth, strong, and powerful,
Like waves on the shore.
Do you agree with me on those? What does the color green smell like to you? And what would a lion's roar feel like if you touched it? What does cool winter air sound like? Please comment! I want to know what you think! Thanks!
-Hanna
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Senses (Poem)
PoetryA poem about the world from the perspective of a person with Synesthesia (confusion of the senses). I was inspired by the book A Mango Shaped Space.
