Synesthesia: The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.
Chromesthesia
Close your eyes.
listen to this song.
can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
can you feel the notes reverberating through your chest?
dancing down your arms just under the surface of your skin,
Can you feel them twisting through the tendons in your shoulder blades, swinging from your rib cage like monkey bars.
pounding on the snare drum that is your heart
begging your lungs to explode,
Can you feel it pounding as it rushes through the muscles in your shins,
Rattling every bone in your body,
crawling into your ear drums and running down your spine like a xylophone.
Can you see it?
The red and gold smashing together with every beat,
the blue and green intertwining themselves, circling around the red, outlining the gold.
can you feel it?
can you feel as the blue pulses under your finger nails?
As the red and green dance dangerously close to the edge of your vision,
obscuring every other thought or emotion.
Can you feel the unbearable need to run, run until your legs break, run until you shatter, run until it is
only you, and the wind, and this song pumping out from your heart and into your veins, rushing
through your blood stream, rushing until it has filled up every inch of you.
But when the song ends,
when the last gold stream of light fades away,
when the tribal dance pounding in your head slowly
comes to a stop,
you will still have a few notes left behind in your
veins, a few notes still twisting through your tenons,
still trotting up your spine.
Not many, but just enough to last you until the next song starts up,
and the fireworks commence.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in Motion
شِعرThis is my first ever poetry collection and it took me a little over a year to complete. I realize the first few poems are poorly written but, I keep them around to remind myself how far I've come. Its kind of encouraging. So if you see fit to read...
